Soft unbroken, filling the boundless beautiful, like the silver sticky wet silk, woven into a piece of soft network, network live in the summer of the unrestrained and gorgeous, they are buried deep into the world of the autumn. The grass under the touch of autumn also quietly into melancholy greenish yellow, in rustling rain, lily leaf on the eyeful of dripping tears seems to unable to pull to keep, and is about to be buried in the winter of busy season and sad tears. Late autumn let a person more realized that he was a old season, because he means will burn out the fire of life here fall sleep. Looking at the floor lay curled folds of the leaves, a bare wrinkles dry it. Just a rain of comfort will lose the power of drifting, but to wait for the loess cover, mind inevitably give birth to compassion. Maybe he is lying in the arms of the earth just a quiet rest, perhaps he is just in the silent memory. Recalled from germination to green, from green to full dark green, yellow began to decline. His life should be full and filling, even with a bellyful of regret buried loess under, will also see a reincarnation of the flourish. As a father serene closed my eyes at that moment, I seem to see the falling leaves dancing posture, heart and tears tasted autumn bleak, in the autumn of nightmare forever engraved the dismal brand.