QingWei | original prose: Qiu Haida

Haida's autumn is very beautiful, and if you want to write and talk to people, there is always a suspicion of boasting. Whenever there is human hearsay, it is often dismissive, and only after seeing it with your own eyes will you truly believe the person who spoke, and it turns out that such a beautiful scenery is really worthwhile.

The ancients said: A leaf knows the autumn of the world, perhaps not false. Walking casually in Haida in the early morning, a layer of gold on the ground is dazzling by the morning light, and from time to time the wind blows in the face, with the characteristic coldness of autumn, as if to remind the people on campus that it is late autumn.

The faint sunlight gradually climbed up the treetops, passing through the sparse foliage, printing a mottled halo on the floor tiles. If you stop in front of the teaching building for a while, the sonorous reading sound comes over, and together with the early morning birdsong, it fills the campus and plays a harmonious music.

Haida's clouds are too unreal, although it is late autumn, and the evening wind is occasionally warmer. Walking around the campus in my spare time, those fresh scenery, but it seems that I can't see enough. After a light rain in the night, the morning glow fell on the roof of the teaching building with the clouds that had just opened, and as the sun rose and fell for a while, he then took off his chinese clothes and pillowed the soft white veil until noon. In the afternoon, the sun was getting brighter and the clouds were fading, until it was dark before they came out again, changing into the dress they were wearing, and the curtain was elegant.

Haida's autumn is very beautiful, if you want to write and talk to people, you can't finish it.

One point number one source Sinology