Gently, you came, just as he walked away gently. Leave a trace of memory

Farewell to the rosy clouds in the evening, bringing a hint of autumn sweetness; Farewell to the battlefield under the scorching sun, ushered in a brief calm. You came, I also came; It has gone, so has she. I threw myself into her arms and changed from a worm to a butterfly. But you came to me quietly. I walked on the path of the park, and you appeared beside me. Hanging on the yellow tree, you look like a naughty girl. Click east and drift west. One moment a leaf fell, another a fruit dropped. Lying on the lawn, you are like a little boy without rules, enjoying the grace they give you with impunity. This is probably the real you? The more I move forward, the more active you are. You locked me firmly in your arms

I walk into the gate, and you come with me. No one will see you, and no one will see you, because you belong not only to me, but also to everyone in this painting. I step on the implementation of the walk, you gently fluttering fly. Accompanied by the orange fragrance and wheat ears, you are floating around everyone and gently sprinkle your scent on them. There is a chill in the wind, you are blowing. The tree has become your foil, it sways with you. When you play the song "Wild Geese Fall on the Plain Sand", they become singing girls, playing elegant music and dance against your voice. Good, good

Gently, you come. With your due temperament and smell, it brings a new charm