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　　Into the akisato, the arrival of the rain suddenly, without warning, cold wind to pass through, with his big raindrops, hall, as miss, wet feeling lukewarm, damp panoramas eyes, really want to the warm of big umbrella, once I cover you, the sun is rooted in my heart; Today autumn, frost and dew cool, all sorts of color, thin quietly retreat, once the scenery, gradually deserted, quiet lonely is full around, is a people come and go, made a silent spectator, in a hurry traveler.

　　The years in the autumn wind, cool and cool, free of the eyes, deep shallow, withered, blooming, blooming, back and forth; Some of the pieces are already dusty, locked in the past, and even if you look for it, its a month in the water, an illusion, a chaotic scene. Once warm affection silk, one marigold, alone exquisitely condense into a piece of flower rhyme, break the thought into the palm of the palm, gently close together, pray, in the autumn, I can find you!

　　Time is like a stream, the veins of the autumn, cold and cold, and all emotions, can not talk, perplexed... Very want to give a response, the remnant leaves dead branch, a ground bleak, the tangle that cannot clear, the wind rises white dew is frost, all in a cold air, whether a thought, a ground residue? The cold autumn water, with the thoughts to flow, perhaps the far mountains of autumn maple, in a safe posture, has been waiting for the four seasons, will read, wrote into the autumn!

　　Imagine, coming from the words in the autumn, the heart is boiling ink, waiting for you to arrive; Not sad and not happy, in jiangnan rain lane, smoke and rain on the boat, holding umbrellas between green mountains and green water; On top of the hill, in a piece of maple forest, comb the cold and warm self knowledge of the time bun; Thought, read, the idea of the heart of the little like, a page of pages, embellishment color; In the memory of sitting, the relief of the missing, in the obvious texture, the static number strewn with the love silk.

　　Read, write into the autumn, in the autumn wind autumn rain, followed by, the dance, the flood of missing; Write the wind, write the rain, write the missing, write the autumn maple language, wish each time is the idea of the heart, each time is not long; The wind with the rain, even the xiao xiao, will also in the foot of the rhyme, let the dying of the thought, waiting for the bud to blossom; Perhaps this seasons autumn is light, too deep, too indifferent, see full of maple red, waiting for a long time, is also a beautiful thing.

　　Autumn is indifferent, quietly and come, the autumn leaves dancing hope, petal, fall into the dust; Falling red is not a heartless thing, it is turned into spring mud. In the autumn, lift the love silk, fragrant still, let read from now on!

精美简短的英文散文 篇20

　　Sometimes, the feeling time is very long, long, just want to forget some time.

　　Sometimes, the feeling time is very short, short, think you also is a kind of happiness.

　　There is a pain in the road. Because, we have been walking, sometimes, walk, need to be lonely, silently insist, also become the life scenery. Look at the flowers and trees, listen to the wind and rain, stop the station, always, still have to continue, a person, but dare not to go back. Waiting in one place, may miss a lot, looking at the horizon of the cloud, fantasize that is life, but lost the space of distance, people, what are they looking for? What do we, after all, find in our search?

　　There is a pain in the road. Not didnt have a chance to go back, but, feel the heart in the distance, so, so stick to the dawn, standing in the sea of the glowing rays, the mind deep, the wind, but played the lost of music, the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, and in what place? One day when you wake up in the morning, will say to the window alone, happy, in fact is quite near to us, open a window, the music, is is not the happiness of the world of mortals pollution, breathing, panoramas, quiet can dull, insipid can release!

　　There is a pain in the road. Is at the time of the occasional mood, will be desperate to play up their bags, sitting in a fog, go to strange place unfamiliar to cry, watching the memory, with tears in exchange for a kind of beauty, heart, so a little bit old. No, deliberately to dress up a smile, just in to hide a pain, only, in the stream of people can freely, such as the choice of an intersection, let around no longer around, turn natural and time goes by!

　　There is a pain in the road. Think more is a kind of burden, flowers open, do not expect, flowers fall, do not want to be sad, one day chance encounter, is the butterfly flower dance love, is the world April day. Care, do not need to talk, to stumble, do not have to sigh, as long as a single time of gibberish, in the heart, in the eyes, is the blue sky, the wind light cloud light, is simply. More words, with music, that is to say, because, the words in music is the life of art, is the heart of the darkness of the movement, is to the happy language!

　　There is a pain in the road. You do not say, I do not say, is a kind of tacit understanding, you dont come, I dont come, the four seasons, or want to empty seats, the trees behind the rebirth of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the chair is full of sensitized, who affair, in the heart of who and who is whos dream away, the years vicissitudes of life, very shallow. Stay, depended on its own, turned around, you will see a tree is a tall figure, and that the world is not all light, half, is also the sunrise, half, is also facing the sunset, that is, the laws of the only constant!

　　There is a pain in the road. Dont force yourself to feel, a cup of tea, have a life in zen enlightenment, tea, is a Buddha, a falling leaf, there is no life in the enlightenment zen, cleaning, is a kind of retreat, Buddha, outside life. The water sky is one color, the world turns, how many to hold the thought and how, the sea of people, the dust settled, how many negative and how, with regret, add guilt, out of oneself is the self!

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