Late in the Autumn

A gust of wind blew the door of the matter, not bang on "dong", "dong" ring, I heard the sound of the autumn. Rustling autumn wind, surrounded by a "cool" word, shake the bleak autumn. The distance of the slightly lowered willow, has for the withered and yellow thought was scattered. A sound of the GuYan Jiu Ming, swept the sky, cut the silent ruffles set just once more I layer upon layer, melancholy ripples. Autumn is desolate, connect the sweet, pond, and the land of the lost its residual jose...... Red failure cui reduced, everywhere ShuangHua grass like Jian and full of wild goose yellow leaves Lin sound.

Autumn is desolate, as I miss you.

Think of last year ChongYang, I came to Canada mountain view, that the cemetery write five months, and with my infinite affection and FeiCe pathos of poetry "of their dreams in your grave before. At this time, also saw a group of BaiYan flew in the sky, they row adult word queue, several voice miserably called scream, like the like their to you. The most is that the howling, taken person soul remind me exceedingly sentimental and infinite sentimental; sorrow I bead tears full, according to again and again that help to you in the heart of the lawsuit sniffle long poem: when the news came/please forgive/I drop of blood of sadness has been silent...... / I knelt in the cross of Jesus for blessing before you/I will be in the rest of the memories for you to chant buddhist scripture/I won't stop the solemn and stirring steps/remember the world and love you of person......

People have died, ChongYang meet green. See you lie silently in the frozen soil, my heart is not breathing, shaking his touch your tombstone, cry seems to forget themselves. Remember you in on his I went to the hospital to see you, is also such tears off, gently helped touched your forehead and you that a swollen hand and SOB to mumblingly say: "teacher, don't be afraid, sir has please the best doctor for your illness, you'll be fine." You were not talking, just deep feeling ground hope I nodded his head. See you be disease like plagues, my heart is very sour, like the needle, painful, hurts so much... as...