In mid-autumn, the clouds cirrus clouds, twisting yellow into red and thick green; suddenly, dew to cicadas with flowers with rain, quietly, autumn to show the eyebrows of the moon to be round.
The night before, yellow flowers fell on the branches, and now, butterflies flew around the red clothes. White dew on that day, full of yellow flowers, a tree of golden yellow, autumn light in the middle, only to see luan flowers like rain, fragrant full of paths, today again, is half a tree yellow and half red.
Ju Weilei, Gui Weixiang, Ye Weihong, the southern mid-autumn season at a glance is still a green world, thick green, Chen Chen's green, guiyi gradually thickened green, rubbing ink, rhymes with Danqing. The clouds in the sky painted the air and the mountains after the new rain, and everything seemed to be quietly returning.
Autumn wind, roadside, white flowers around the butterfly shy and stupid, butterfly around the white flower dotted lips, stop and fall between the fall into a green field, a fairy trail, originally a herb - fish intestines, opened such a realm.
One after another, small white, brilliant yellow, petals like chrysanthemums, soft and slender, sub-plates like sunflowers, born to the sun, only one centimeter in diameter on the sub-plate can be closely arranged dozens or even nearly a hundred flowers, marveling that life can be full to such a degree.
This small flower that resembles a chrysanthemum, blooming into a piece but also giving birth to a lot of joy, it was born in the countryside, grew in the wilderness, quietly opened, leisurely falling, do not need you to love him pity, plain white flowers, green green plates, brown brown thin people, clusters of birth, thriving, this is the belief of autumn.
Mid-autumn is originally amorous, its green is gradient, its yellow is light, and its red is thin. Its amorousness is hidden behind the veil, vague, gentle, indifferent.