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九月,满眼菊花金黄的颜色,沉默着,深厚着,收获着。可是九月,也许你依旧在这个奔忙的城市里,依旧闭上眼看不到你心的丰盛。有时候我们可以把生活看成一个简陋的完美,就像阳光漫溢的午后.手中一杯淡淡的清水.没有味道.却淡淡的甜心。在最好的季节的光线里,柔情蜜意。九月,我想去墓园,给自己立一块墓碑,悼念墓碑上面自己的名字和样子。因为当你死去,你无法想念自己,所以我要在活着的日子里,经常去看望自己,怀念自己。带上一束菊花。一些清水,在光线很好的日子里,对自己无声的说话。我不知道这样的想念是一种明媚,还是一种悲伤,但是感情无处寄托无处给予,或者不被想念的时候.我想这是我找到的一种绚烂的绽放。
September, full of daisy golden color, silent, deep, harvest. But in September, maybe you are still in this bustling city, still can not see the heart of your rich. Sometimes we can think of life as a simple perfection, like a sunny afternoon, a glass of light water in our hands, no taste, but a touch of sweetheart. In the best season of light, tenderness. In September, I would like to go to the cemetery and set myself up as a tombstone to honor my name and appearance above the tombstone. Because when you die, you can not miss yourself, so I will often visit myself and miss myself in the days of living. Bring a bunch of daisy. Some water, in a very good light, silent talk to yourself. I do not know such a miss is a bright, or a sad, but feeling nowhere to give or not to be missed, I think this is a gorgeous bloom I found.