Autumn into Jiangnan, the grass and trees are still thick.
Meet the most magnificent dusk of autumn, the clouds of the western sky, the fine golden waves on the river, the warm snuggling between the branches and leaves, the exuberant greetings and traditional words in the grass, the acacia in the chrysanthemum and laurel shadows, the beautiful expectations at the moonlight... This is autumn, walking in the fairy tale of the sun and the moon, it is very easy to forget the coming and going days.
Standing alone on the roof, looking at the western sky with a wild and intoxicating look, the most beautiful scene is so far away that it is impossible to imagine. Bold use of color, meticulous depiction, meticulous whitewashing, the magic can not be described. Autumn, the frenzy that can be seen everywhere, the luxury that flows everywhere. The trees of the city are like soldiers wearing gold armor, majestic on all sides, standing in the spectacular momentum of autumn. Immortal splendor inspires blood to gush through the veins. Flourishing and declining, the law of destiny. Is it really necessary to give everything, to have a luxury, and then to live in the arms of memories in the long cold?
Heaven, thousands of feet high, the finely smoothed blue is not as stupid as I remembered, faded, far away, strange. The seasons are getting darker, the time is thinning, and the earthly silhouettes with distinct veins gradually tend to blur and disappear in the eyes. The confused mind was washed several times, and the glow that shone under the wings of a dragonfly was as thin as the glow. If you really look at the heavens and the earth, your life and mine, there will be a shock of fingers touching into wounds, like the chill of the first birth, shallow and moving, almost wanting to break through the wall.