The autumn sun bathed in front of the window, refracted into the corner of the house, white and flawless, moving with the heart, the most harmonious and warm. Immerse yourself in cup after cup, but clear inscription, time breathes, and the book is yellow.
Put aside the cumbersome, behave time, cherish it is not easy, and do it and regret it. Just as the heart has always lived in a cluster of four seasons born towards the scorching sun, like entering a quiet place, like no one's land, warm, but never hot. Pure, but never sloppy
That fire-like autumn color, the doors and windows of Oushi will be the inexplicable silk of late autumn, embedded in the depths of memory, become Yadan and relief, time and shadow ambiguity all beautiful, the distant Que Mo immersed in intense burning
The wind gently blows, gently caressing your hair, the autumn sun is also smiling brightly, generously throwing a trace of warmth, looking closely at each leaf, the doors and windows of Auss have smeared the memory of time, fulfilling all autumn stories
Ausch doors and windows not only take into account the all-round, but also balance the performance, silently waiting for the safety and happiness of each family. Even when the wind and rain hit, it still stood still, leaving the family at ease.