Yunnan Guiyin

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Year-old Grass · Withered and Yellow That piece of withered and yellow grass is not withered and yellow, that piece of withered and yellow grass is only considered withered and yellow. Everyone has passed there, everyone has been there, and everyone is not there. I don't know about others, I only know that when I was still there, there was still a lot of green on the grass. People like me who understand the sunset will not neglect the dusk. During that period of time on the grass, I was still unclear about the sunset. Just like when I revisited my old place later, I understood the meaning of frost. I thought it was the color of the grass itself. So I call the grass year-old grass. Because the season of leaving the grassland is the same as the season of coming to the grassland, which is autumn, so later I would add the word "withered yellow" when talking about the grass. I have tried many times. Too bad no one wants to hear this. There was no need to wait for the discovery after the words were finished. Before the words were spoken, he walked away. I can't say for sure that no one heard him. Because even a single word is heard. But now I know what the withered and yellow ones are, and I am the only one left. The old grass is withered and yellow at dusk in autumn. I can say this after I leave. But when it is still on the grass, the grass is green. What is the yellow thing? I have no chance to understand that time has been passing by, and the thickness of time lies in its thinness. I can only make some guesses. I have tasted the green grass. I don't have very good observation skills, so I can only call it "green grass". Green is naturally not the prefix for grass. So that's why I thought grass had its own color. The annual grass actually changes every year, not the four seasons. I already understood this when I was still on the grass. My slight regret is that it took me two years to find out, and after I found out I couldn't stay on the grass anymore. I reluctantly stayed until dusk, and saw the last green grass. I took a bite, and when I woke up again, I was outside the grass. There should be a way to reach the meadow again. But if I go there again, I won't be welcomed. The grass will always be withered yellow grass in my memory. Everyone's memory will be different. I don't know if I know grass better than others, but until now, no one knows the prefix of grass like me. Maybe there are really not many people who find the prefix, so I can't come across it. I may not accept the new prefix if it comes across it. Withered yellow grass is my prefix, because now there is no grass and no grass. I don't want to identify with others, so it's fine to go alone. The days on the withered yellow grass are not long, only five months. But I can hardly remember the grass at other times. There is only the forever yellow grass in my memory. So it's a pity that I only tasted the green Sui Cao. I believe that Sui Cao sometimes has white color. This is the frost thing. I have never been to the meadow again. Like everyone, once I leave, I can't go back. But I finally learned to take a detour, so I saw Shuang. That's all about the withered yellow grass.

(No name) The winding mountain road leads to the country path, and the fields encourage alumni to meet. The Pumi people live in Heshui Village and have a dust-washing feast in the yew trees. One-day meal for middle school subjects, the tutor talks about the past. Looking at highland barley after twisting wool, and meeting a little girl with a ukulele. The water in Longtan is a mangy dog, sharing potatoes and traveling at night. The road to be listed as a heritage site must be protected from barking dogs, and the little crying bag should be accompanied by the cool evening breeze. Late at night, I deeply understood the targeted drugs and the soothing words... This is the update for now. I can only make it up to here. First of all, I didn't watch it at all. Of course, it cannot be at my normal level of poetry writing. So there must be something wrong with the sentence. Just enjoy it and don't take it seriously. Although my actual writing may not be any better. But who knows. There is no evidence. Hahaha.