Autumn is a beautiful and amorous season. It is precisely because of its beauty that I can't help but think like wild weeds. One night, I was banished by the moonlight. I want to learn from the sentimentality of the ancients, just like Tao Yuanming had the exclamation of "the leaves are more falling in the palm garden, and the autumn is known". Li Shangyin is helpless to "ask the jun to return to the period is not in date, and the rain in Bashan is rising in the autumn pool". "Blue clouds, yellow leaves, autumn colors." It is Fan Zhongyun's feelings. And me? Only many fragments of thoughts were scattered in the twilight of prayer, hoping that the autumn wind would bring it home.
Autumn is the season of longing, the season of emotion, and the pieces of maple dance and fall, which provokes lovesickness.
Autumn is the season of longing, following a thick path of fallen leaves, reminiscing about the beauty of the past. I took the hand of the wind and walked into the autumn. The wind tells me that when you walk into autumn, you walk into the colorful, and when you walk into autumn, you walk into the prosperity. The beauty of autumn, the beauty in the deep loneliness, the beauty in the dazzling. It is no more delicate than spring, not more enthusiastic than summer, not paler than winter, it has the color of dusk, there is a contemplative expression, there are bitter teardrops, there is the feeling of lovesickness.
May time slow down, may the deceased not disperse; may the people you miss be able to say goodnight to you, and may you not feel lonely in your days of solitude.