Chapter 47 Faith in the Red Leaf

Every year is not to see the red leaves of Xishan, Who dares to look at the red leaves of Xishan?no To hear strange birdsong, stop at That quiet tree branch, It's the footsteps that can't be walked by themselves—— Let's go, towards the ideal mountain col Looking for dreams that have never been found: A flower in a dream, a fragrance, The setting sun hangs everywhere, the wind blows, Turning around the white clouds, there is a tall building in a small corner. The bell is already under my feet, the pine is the same as the pine Standing and waiting, the mountains and fields are already

Playing up the extravagant late autumn in every way. Where is the dream, your smile, In a word, search in the clouds and waves, I don't know where to fall?running water already Gradually cold, carrying fallen leaves Through empty stone bridges, white railings, I can't bear to watch it again, Hongye last year Like the footsteps that have been stepped on. Well, look up, it's high, heart roll As the white clouds float across the sky, Don't count where to stop, go, Believe that there are still rays of light thousands of miles away, Like hope, remember the smoky color,

Not to weave a beautiful tomorrow, Sing for the empty now, empty Sad, empty and lingering, I should let it go Be more brave, don't be afraid of getting involved Mottled old wounds like gold and silver! Look at the red leaves every year, the mountains repeat Bleeding, mountains, hearts of stone Never rely on the support of dreams, every night The wind cuts through the earth like a sharp knife, Silent and anxious lips at dawn, Patiently still toward the blue sky, calling Melons and fruits are finished in the wind and frost, showing luster, He bleeds on the mountain and becomes a graveyard!

Calm, my steps, go slowly, Don't believe who ever arranged a dream! On the dead branches along the way, the birds never sang, Xiaoyecaoxiangfeng is no longer spring. stop!stop!The wind is the same as the cloud, the water is the same All the algae called me to stop, saying that the dream Behind; butterfly swing ideal Col with this current reality Stone Road is still missing a link! The more beautiful the yellow moonlight in the mountains Hanging out from the top of the tree, the more I believe in dreams, A flower in Xiehui's dream is a lie! But I don't believe it!empty pride

Spinning in the autumn wind, my heart still cries Ideal love and beauty, with white clouds Competing; laughing and kissing with the setting sun; same tree, Same flowers, same fragrance, even same autumn insects Weeping in the crevices, want to go hand in hand; With the frogs that leap and play in the water, Blind to seek blind days again,— Realistic enthusiasm paints another picture, To collect red leaves all over the mountain as flowers! This Xiao Xiao kept whimpering, Passing by the ears and temples, there is still tenderness, The shadows sway in the autumn light, the heart no longer

If you don't believe me, there are a bunch of questions outside the light and shadow! My heart still doesn't believe it, just because it's afternoon, The sun shines through the bamboo forest Warmed the stones, the red hillsides, There are two long shadows, you and me In front of the pavilion and stone road, Shallow blue waves next to the old tree trunk! No lie in life can compare to this The colors are more vivid!remember that piece Golden days, coral-like delicate leaves Hanging in the autumn wind, even if I feel Heart bleeding, how to speak? Who can ask this beautiful back

what is itWhen gambling, eyes shine, Never regret the power of desperately betting; It is said that any pain can be exchanged for any point, One cent, one tiny ideal! So the steps are still going on now, Can't help myself, can't stop!Although in the mountains 10,000 colors, 10,000 changes, All kinds of loneliness have surrounded the lonely shadow: What's hot is reduced to lukewarm, what's warm is cold again, Burnt yellow leaves crushed underfoot, Brutally scattered the crumbs of yesterday, The heart still doesn't ask why the footsteps are so stubborn, The untraceable dream route,—

Still attached to the directionless side! Xishan, I swear, pointing to Xishan, Don't forget, today you, me, Hongye, Connect into this bloody sorrow! Know that my days are only fleeting A few days, if next year you are with Hongye Turn red into flames again, but I don't see you... Deep purple, you need to add more A symbol of depressed enthusiasm, Write down that I once paid attention to the red leaves in the mountains, Bleeding a pile of faith today!