I haven't written for a long time, this autumn day, and the autumn rain has been entangled for many days... The depression, the cold, has entered the rhythm of winter ahead of schedule.
When I lifted the pen, it was just sunny, the sky was high and cloudy, the autumn colors were like brocade, and it seemed that if I didn't go out, I would live up to the beauty of this autumn day.
The friend said, "Enjoy the autumn!" ”
"Good!"
Or a thin and casual autumn suit, facing the blue sky and white clouds, you can breathe freely, you can stretch freely... The heart is so warm, where else do you need winter clothes?
Driving forward, there is no purpose, no direction, such a bright autumn sun, the heart to the bright side, will shine brightly!
Friends said: "All year round, love late autumn!" ”
"Well, me too."
Friend said: "Autumn, the most suitable for quiet thinking, or a person running to the countryside, watching the quiet of the mountains, watching the golden eyes of the countryside, watching the joy and bustle of the farm yard... Looking at the scene of the harvest and feeling the reincarnation of the seasons is a kind of maturity and a kind of growth.
"Yes, I like it too" ...
People of the same frequency, do not need too much explanation and greeting, everything is so similar and fit, understand your implications, understand your mountains and rivers. Talking nonsense, communicating with each other, quietly listening, silently moving.
Or maybe there is a ride without a ride, do not talk to each other, it is also very beautiful... Looking up at the clear sky, looking down at the maple red ground, relaxed, natural, casual, joyful, as if meeting another self.
"The birds fly high, the lonely clouds go alone, they don't get tired of looking at each other, and they sit alone on the pavilion mountain."
Understand each other, don't get tired of looking at each other... That's nice!

Enjoying autumn is actually a state of mind.
Spring, full of vitality, a hundred flowers, random flowers gradually want to charm the eyes, but always feel too lively; summer, a variety of styles, skirts fluttering, but in the end too hot; winter, snowy, thin water and cold mountains, with weather and wind bones, but it is too cold ...
In my heart, I still prefer Qiu.
Autumn wind, autumn rain, autumn moon; autumn flowers, autumn fruits, autumn leaves; autumn thoughts, autumn sorrows, autumn rhymes... Autumn is getting stronger and deeper.
Autumn day, is a beautiful freehand, ethereal and clear, up to the chest; autumn wind, is a poem of Depression, naturally interesting, cool in the heart; autumn thinking, is a kind of smiling silence, sigh, how much life?
In the late autumn, in the quiet time, encounter a touch of landscape, see the autumn wind rise, the lake light, blow a curtain of dreams; the leaves flutter, the maple red, indulge in autumn colors... Such an autumn is really the most beautiful season of the four seasons!
Autumn, is gentle, long, deep... Autumn, romantic like poetry, leisurely like a song, gentle as words.
Autumn can most arouse people's nostalgia for life and endless reverie about nature! Xu is the late autumn Xiao Ser sad with thoughts, Xu is the flying leaves infected with sorrow, there is always a trace of unspeakable death in the heart, fluttering and sprinkling, in this fluttering autumn wind, blowing down a place of idleness...
Late autumn is a season that is very sad, and it is also a clean and heartwarming season.
Yes, what can be done about this? I just like it. It is this depression and withering that makes people more intoxicated, so that the heart is no longer impetuous, and the autumn is more heavy. Xiao Ser is also quiet, and the sadness is also poignant.
Because of this, we need to get out! Out of the exhaustion of the week, out of the study, out of the downtown, and a most beautiful twilight extravagant encounter, the quiet bluestone path, the willow wrapped around the waist, the maple leaves turning, the bath is warm, the breath is fragrant.
The sunset is drunk and the sunset is accompanied by afterglow. The sunset spreads an intoxicating layer of crimson on the edge of the sky, gentle and calm, and warm and calm. The afterglow gradually dissipated, spilling a little warmth, beautiful and hazy. Such a suburb, such a twilight, is hopelessly in love with such a time...
Everything is romantic, and the sunset is especially gentle.
So I thought of Bai Pu's "Tianjing Sand. Autumn": "The lonely village is remnants of the sun, the light smoke of the old tree jackdaw, a little feihong shadow." Green mountains and green water, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers. ”
The sun is twilight, the northern geese fly south, and the poems of the years are always so vast, so beautiful, so evocative and long.
Autumn wind rises, white clouds fly, grass and trees fall yellow, and geese return to the south. A remnant of the sun, two rows of geese, three bunches of reeds ... Roaming the mountains, step by step fragrant.
Autumn is clear, colorful, and beautiful. May you be an autumn leaf, drifting in the cold and warm; willing to be a stream of autumn water, clear in the deep valley; willing to be a bend in the autumn moon, relying on the West Building alone.
The open-mindedness of autumn, the beauty of autumn, and the thoughts of autumn are placed in the depths of the years and frozen in the lonely heart.
Sitting at the wind marks of the years, watching the northern geese flying south, listening to the flute sound in the wind, talking with the drifting leaves, and talking with their own sorrows and joys: autumn wind, stream dingdong, bamboo Xiao melodious... A nostalgia for autumn, a heart for poetry, a touch of love!
It turns out that the autumn colors are so colorful, the autumn sounds are so beautiful, and the autumn endowments are so magnificent.
As a result, a few twists of sorrow have long been like a flat leaf boat, and the two sides of the strait have shaken lightly, and the autumn water of this river has been destroyed.
Man, sometimes, always binds his body and mind, imprisons his soul!
I know that most of the time in our lives is the triviality of chai rice oil and salt, the reality of joy and sorrow, the collision of sweet and sour, bitter and spicy, the heart, can not escape, nowhere to escape, can not escape... In this way, it is ethereal in the spiritual realm, tossing and turning in real life, becoming a contradiction!
Then adjust the mind, change the mentality, find a spiritual paradise from the depths of the soul, and quietly cultivate the mind! Listen carefully to the purest rhythm of nature, and let life wander freely in addition to busyness and hustle and bustle!
Yes, get close to nature, awaken life, and get out of the narrow self, give yourself a perspective outside the profession, and look at the ancient and modern in a broader space!
Everyone, in fact, needs a kind of strength. It comes from the heart, like a river of autumn water, sometimes calm and sometimes surging and persistent and understanding; it comes from life, such as cold and summer, ordinary warmth and touching; it, banished to the world, like an eagle in the sky, gazes at everything, listens to everything, feels everything!
Let the heart, like a night of autumn rain, a stream of autumn stream, an autumn leaf, go to feel, to enlighten, to purify!
Autumn nights are cool, the heart is still warm, because the dream is there; the autumn water is pure, the years are still, because forever; the autumn wind rises, life has no regrets, because of this world, this sincere love!
Hold the palms of your hands, relax your mood, and use the feelings of autumn to taste the cold and warmth of this earthly world!
The day of quietly crossing the heart is a return, authenticity, and the enjoyment of the supreme soul; in the luxury of the spirit, the baptism of the soul is completed!
Quietly feel, this amorous autumn! Less grief, more love, only by squatting down, will you find the world so magical and wonderful, life so simple and so happy.
Like you, after seeing the devastation of life, there is still light in your eyes and you stand warmly in front of me.
Then be a warm person too! Strong as a shred, bright as a sly, as indifferent as a sly.
The mountains are long and the waters are wide, the sky is high and the earth is different, the autumn water is in the heart, and the emotions are turbulent... Hurt, tired, crying, laughing, experiencing, maturing, being strong, smiling... Years precipitate, wash away the lead, filter the unhappiness, and leave behind all the beauty!
Those people, those things, those indescribable feelings, in a nostalgia of autumn colors, swayed into the most beautiful scenery in the heart!
Looking back, the bustling Jinser, the hustle and bustle is still there; the heart, but the willows are dark and bright, and the loneliness is no longer there!
Feel the autumn, feel the life, appreciate the greatness and smallness of life... A trip of landscape, pale season of loneliness; a nostalgic autumn color, a lovesickness complex...
The clouds are light, the wind is light, the autumn is cool, the moon is moist... Just pray that the years are quiet and everything is safe!
The sky, so blue, like a lake of quiet autumn water, flowing in the heart... Pieces of maple red, gentle feelings; sparkling shadows, lingering eyes full of love...
At this point, there is no annoyance, and everything is abandoned. I just want to shake the beauty of this moment into a pot of poetry, drunk into a glass of wine, taste into a cup of tea, and forget my worries in this poetic feeling...
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