There is a kind of beauty, no need to modify, it is natural and natural, the beauty is intoxicating, as if painting is better than painting, just like the legendary god realm, mysterious and fantastic.
This is autumn color, this is autumn love, this is autumn rhyme, this is autumn poetry, this is a natural wonderland on earth.
I like natural nature, it is a pure beauty, it is a kind of elegant rhyme, the fragrance of cinnamon is pervasive, surrounded by a delicate breath, intoxicating.
The night sky in autumn is ethereal, the breath of autumn is breathing, the bright moon in the middle of the sky is clear, and the image under the moonlight is a pair of warm couples, beautiful autumn eyes.
You said that you liked the piano song "Autumn Whisper", especially playing in the autumn wilderness. I say to you, since you like this song, let's go to maple woods, and I'll surprise you.
The melody of autumn whispers, sounding in the maple grove, is not the playing of the piano, but the blowing of Sark. On this day you are very happy, once again drunk in the autumn wilderness.
Whenever the moon is in the middle of the sky, whether it is a crescent moon or a full moon, I will chant softly to the moon, and I know that you will look at the moon and meditate.
I like the natural scenery, like to indulge in autumn colors, like to reverie in autumn rain, like to write poetry in the night, write colorful, write love and bright...