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The autumn is not over, and my heart is drunk.

author:Gentle I am not a little fairy

#Record My 2023#

Autumn has arrived, and the bleak wind blows quickly across the vigorous earth, taking away the warmth of summer and leaving the breath of autumn.

I stepped lightly on two wheels and wandered along the autumn path, my heart full of anticipation. In front of the green girl's flowers, explore the beautiful veil of autumn.

The autumn is not over, and my heart is drunk.

The sun shines on the body like a gentle petal, bringing warmth and tranquility. I galloped with the wind, enjoying the joy of freedom, as if sleepwalking in a sea of intoxicating flowers.

Autumn is prosperous, although it is not over, but I already have autumn charm in my heart. Fragrant frost flowers, dancing happily in the early morning sun, like beautiful elves, bring life and vitality to the season.

The autumn is not over, and my heart is drunk.

The horse came to the mountains and rivers in the distance, his heart fluttered with the fragrance of flowers, and his thoughts were like wisps, floating in the autumn air like a gossamer.

The sudden opening of the world made me feel peace and silence in my heart. In this busy world, it is a blessing to be able to find a quiet place of your own.

The autumn is not over, and my heart is drunk.

I felt like a bird in flight, swimming in the sky. The light steps bring up the rhythm of autumn, ups and downs, like a song and poetry. Everything has become so easy and comfortable that it makes people feel so relaxed.

The prosperity of autumn is the most beautiful statement between heaven and earth. In this season of autumn, let us walk together, look for autumn colors, and swim in this poetic sea of flowers.

The autumn is not over, and my heart is drunk.

Gallop briskly and calmly, feel the charming autumn breeze, and savor the beauty of the flowers at that moment. Keeping this tranquility and joy, being with nature, and having a dialogue with the soul is to harvest a moment of tranquility and stability in this noisy world.

The prosperity of autumn, the long-lost joy in my heart, is now surging in the light sound of horses' hooves, and the aftermath echoes in the wasteland of time.

The autumn is not over, and my heart is drunk.