Walking in the moonlight in September, reverie, like a winged phoenix, took off from the window of the heart, bowing to the yuyu Qionglou, dancing and graceful.
Harvest and sowing will be divided in September, autumn equinox sharp blade gently waved, autumn crops have fallen. Farmers save seeds and sweat into accounts at the Autumnal Equinox, waiting for the rolling wheat waves of the past year to demand rich interest.
September, through all the temperatures left in summer. Painted on the window lattice into a fog flower, leaving some in the bottom of my heart. Let the memory slip in the nib.
In September, memory began with the falling leaves dotted with some people's stories, in those blue some too much of the sky.
