The red formal dress

Autumn has come, the vegetation has quietly appeared before the shake off the sallow color, the rice is fully ripe, the branches of the fruit hanging low, even the water in the river has become clear and bright.

"The trees and trees are all autumn, and the hills and mountains are falling." Yin the ancient poem, I stood on the top of the hills, independent from the autumn wind, back to the sunset, facing the vast wilderness, carefully taste the scenery of the autumn, autumn charm, autumn style. I do not know when, the picturesque field suddenly appeared a touch of red, like the spirit of autumn, in the tone of pure background.

On closer inspection, it turned out to be a woman. Far away, I could not see her face, but I could see her yellow hat and her red skirt. Far away, I have no way to know her age, what she can affect my vision is the red dress. The red dress is her logo. She is the red dress.Read more at:formal dresses australia

In that aureate world, that red skirt is so striking, a bit among them, so appropriate ground is adorning the scene of this season. The dress was not the hot scarlet, but the watery red of the tomato, with the coolness of autumn. She is like a maple leaf flying in the wind in autumn, gently across, in the autumn of the grand scene on a pure beauty.

Wherever the skirt moved, my eyes followed. The place that skirt dangles, there scenery can show a few minutes moving tonal come. The skirt moved to the edge of the rice field and reflected the golden color of the rice. The skirt moved to the edge of the lotus pond, which reflected the verdure of the autumn lotus. The skirt was moved to the riverside, and reflected the verdure of the grass and the clear brightness of the water. They, in turn, made the red dress more attractive.

That red skirt is like the hormone of autumn, urge the fragrance of autumn lotus more rich, rice more full, I feel more comfortable on the hills. Even that did not come to the place of the autumn wind is a little sentimental, dancing in the field, fluttering the waves of rice thin ground writhing, pulling the red skirt step in some of the width of the autumn.

"Loose the autumn leaves, can open February flowers." The wind with the red skirt, the red skirt with the wind, like a diffuse eyes and autumn flowers. The wind and the skirt are so intertwined that I don't know whether the wind blows the red skirt or the red skirt blows the wind. The scenery is pleasant, poem from the heart, people are not unexpectedly feeling: chu tian li good autumn!

On the winding path in the field, the red skirt gently swaying, my heart is gently swaying, people in the aesthetic intoxicated. Intoxicating, not that autumn scene, but just a little red in the scene. The white clouds on the horizon seem to have been moved by her, low from the other side of the field pressure over, greedily bent down, the soft light of the sunset is his amorous eyes.

Looking at her, quietly looking at her through, looking at her quietly through, do not take away a piece of autumn color. That skirt is moving, but gives a person a kind of static beauty. Peaceful, plain, quiet, clear, pure, a variety of beautiful feeling quietly to the heart source, direct heart. My heart is still like water, the world is empty, far away, as if can hear the red skirt and inaba all the way rub voice.

I thought of a poem: "in that month, I turned all my prayer tubes, not for salvation, but to touch your fingertips." Although not met, but have produced that kind of mind - to - heart feeling. Looking at her leisurely walking in the field, that unintentionally revealed the scene, has conquered my wild, I because of her heart as plain paper, only waiting for her to come to the point with a drop of cool red.

The red skirt, however, did not know that someone on the opposite hill was changing for her. It continued to wrap itself in the graceful figure and wear the straw yellow sun hat, gradually shrinking in the field and going straight into the village covered with verdant trees. And there seems to be a red dot wandering through the wilderness, which, if true, must be the soul of the red formal dress