The Wind Blows Down the Leaves, and the Heart Drifts Away.

In a quiet village, as the sun sets, the golden leaves fall with the wind, as if a gentle farewell. Walking on the winding path, the heart can not help but quiet "down, as if the world is only left with this quiet companion. Life is like this path, winding forward, although I do not know the end, but every step has a landscape, every step has meaning. The warmth of the autumn sunshine on the body. The warmth of the autumn sunshine on the body, the heart is also warm, occasionally stop and appreciate the beauty of the surroundings, the original happiness is so simple. Let us find our own peace and comfort in the busy life, no matter how the road ahead, as long as the heart of hope, tomorrow will be better.