You are born in autumn, you are for autumn, warm autumn, beautiful autumn.
Along the path, a large field of wild chrysanthemums came into view, the stems of wild chrysanthemums were thin and long, and the slender and long petals were gathered next to the flower buds, dry and varied, and they were trying to step forward, when they caught a glimpse of several tailless butterflies flapping their wings, and finally landed on a Venus-like wild chrysanthemum. It's autumn, a vibrant autumn.
Walking to a rice field, the heavy ears of rice made the rice bend down, dangling one after another, like sleepy children, with their heads little by little. It's autumn, a messy autumn. A short walk will take you to a small lake next to an old ginkgo tree. The most beautiful but autumn ginkgo leaves. The pale yellow ginkgo biloba leaves are fan-shaped, and the curved edges look soft and delicate, dotted with dry and thin branches, as if they were not leaves, but flowers. Suddenly, a gust of autumn wind blew, a piece of ginkgo biloba leaf trembled and fell off the branches, and in an instant, the rest of the ginkgo biloba leaves also fell one after another, just like dry ten thousand yellow butterflies flying in the sky, dancing in the air for a few laps and then slowly falling, falling on the earth, falling on the lake, breaking the quiet lake. It's autumn, a dashing and casual autumn.
Looking up, a row of herringbone geese flew by, and in the distance was the sunset and the afterglow was overflowing with light. It's autumn, a radiant autumn.
Autumn, warm autumn, you incarnate as autumn, let me be in the warmth of all things, you come to the distance, come to my side, let me feel the warmth of this world. I waited quietly, waiting for the next spring and autumn to come.
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