Amid the lingering sound of raindrops, autumn has crept in. Autumn is a kind of nostalgia and nostalgia for the past, a season that adds a worry and a memory.
White dew has passed, the autumn equinox has also passed, Gu Jiashan's autumn, with such a thin layer of coolness, a little bit into the depths of time. Standing at the bend of the highway, overlooking the small village, the smoke and rain are misty, the sky is confused, and the clouds are full of smoke, just like a paradise.
The autumn wind blows, with the leaves flying, the quiet village will ripple like poetry. The simple and quiet stone road, the beautiful gu jiashan in oil painting, the thin morning fog, the flowing light and shadow...
In the warm autumn sun, Gu Jiashan's clusters of chrysanthemums are delicate and delicate, stretching out the petals in a variety of ways. Bees and butterflies fly around the flowers from time to time. Together with the autumn breeze, the pleasant fragrance of chrysanthemums comes to the face. Wandering in the sea of flowers, poetic and picturesque.
Gu Jiashan, everywhere left the mark of time. You come, go back up, and find the most simple nature and the purest heart. A thought of nostalgia, like a wisp of silk.