是谁漾了那一池清水,碧波四洒,是谁沾染了那一片净土,尘埃四起,是谁摇晃了那一颗绿树,落叶纷飞。“自古逢秋悲寂寥。”韶华流失的匆匆,未及细尝,便蓦然离去,空留这浅淡、又孤寂的秋露。静静地走在雨洒的林荫道,顶着枯叶调零的老树,仿佛飘过一阵清风。回味,无奈,荒芜。不知今年的这个时间,将来是否值得回味。当那烟雨再掠过眼际,我恍然懂得,足迹,心痕,才是无法割舍的曾经。就是那个冷雨零星的日子。她们,我最亲爱的人,满满地期望,淡淡地惆怅,沉郁的语气,忧伤的眼 Who is the water that pool of water, blue and white sprinkle, who is contaminated with a piece of pure land, dust, who is shaking who a tree, leaves falling. "Shaohua loss of hurried, not tasting, then suddenly leave, empty stay this light, and lonely Autumn Lu. Quietly walking in the rain sprinkling the avenue, against the dead leaves zero tree, as if drifting through the breeze. Aftertaste, helpless, barren. I do not know this time this year, the future is memorable. When that misty rain swept across the eye, I suddenly understand that footprints, heart marks, is unable to give up once. It is the day of cold rain sporadic. They, my dearest, hopefully, melancholy, melancholy tone, sad eyes