Thesilentautumnleaves,intheseasonofanothercycle,witheasysteps,willatraceofsadness,gentlyfallintothedreamoftheyear.Tossingandturning,accordingtotheearlyautumncold,wrappedinathinlayeroflove,waitingforafallingflowersandflyingquietandpeaceful.PerhapsIamthewomanwhowalkedoutofthebookofpoetry,facingtheautumnwind,thebeautyofhope,likethethreeautumn,singingthedistantbeauty,eleganceintoaninfatuatedsoul;Perhapsitisalsotheembroiderthatthewaterilluminatestheflower,thatisabeautifulqipao,isoneselfapairofdexteroushand,oneneedleisembroideredintothemarriagedressoflove. Passingthroughyourrainlane,tenmilelongstreet,athousandfeetofdust,allthewaystop.Yousay,closetomebecausethefeelingiswarm;Isay,comenearyoubecauseloveissweet.Onemeet,oneseasonblossom,withlinglonggentlewaitingintheeyebrow;Aturn,arain,andaclearautumnwindintheheart. Thefallenleaves,givetheheartaleisurelywhite;Yellowgrass,farewelltothefamiliarcity,reluctanttogointoautumnmelancholy.Isitinthelotusofthesoul,cutaperiodoftime,practicetheloveofcherishing,listeningtotheautumnrainofthevan. Foryou,Iwouldliketoshakeoffthethreefireworks,changeyourlifeofthedeepseanowave,donothave,onlyfortheheart&39;sworth.Foryou,Iwouldliketokeepthebesttimeinyourheart,waitingforthewarmestautumnrain;Foryou,Iwouldliketoputthemostbeautifulyouthintheyellowmemory,toseethemostbeautifulflowers. Ifyoucomequietly,Iwillgentlypickupaleaf,waitingintheautumnwind,sendthewarmestfeelings;Ifyouleavequietly,Iwillstillopenaheartumbrella,intheautumnrainremember,justnolongerobsessed.Theautumnrainislikeapoem...Inthebeautyofunexpectedencounter,singingthememoryofslippingaway...IsatinfrontoftheBuddha,waitingforalotusofthepast,eventhebleakestcandlelight,toshowmypureheartofpietyandtenderness,youonlywarmglance,Ihavealreadybeguntobloom. Isitinthepoemsea,waitforthebreezeoftheeyebrow,brushedthewitheredleaves,thenpickupgauntpulp,acrossthecoldripples,crossingyoutomeettheothershore;Isitintherainofthedusk,waitforautumnxiaredtothesky,thenwalkedacrossthebluestoneroad,leavingalineofmelancholyfootprintsnexttotheplanetrees,listeningtothesighofthedistanthorizon.Gonearetheyears,leavingbehindthelonelyflowerlanguage;Tohavetheendlessmissing,togofaristhatmeditationtreasure.Holddeepfeelingofautumn,inthewordsoftheeyebrows,theripemistyrain,withyearsofheartbeat,openafineofone&39;saffection,suchasinthedaysofblueinthepicture,addonapieceofwaitingforyoutokeepoutofthemeet.
