"It's autumn, autumn, the wind should still be soft, the sun is still smiling, that smile, shining gold and silver, boasting." In Lin Huiyin's poem, I stopped again and again in the autumn wind and sniffed the coolness of autumn. Open your arms and embrace the gorgeous autumn light, colorful, seductive, and lofty.
On top of the quad, I finally saw the picturesque autumn. The layers of forests are dyed, and the mountains are red. Towering ancient trees, such as dragons circling. The autumn breeze is strong, and even though there are fallen leaves, the red of the tree is still heartwarming. And it is said that the wind and dust cannot collect the old dreams, that is, a tree has fallen into prosperity, and there are also streamers of light and shadows of the season that gently and shallowly reflect into my heart.
Which season does not have beauty, which season does not have joy? The joy of spring is hidden in the soft waves; the joy of autumn is hidden in the maple leaves. The cluster of fiery red maple leaves, rich, plump, unrestrained, and warm, ignited the mountains and ignited the boiling blood. Let people run and jump in the autumn wind, just like the maple leaves.
The leaves, flying down, are like shooting stars that calmly cross the night sky, and suddenly show brilliance and grandeur, solemnity and beauty. It is not the end of life, but the fact that life is full of life in another way in perception and enlightenment, an extension of light and destruction, glory and withering... At the moment when the leaves fall, sorrow and joy are alien, and life gains eternity.
Comprehend every autumn in life, and slowly you will like a kind of relief that flows in thin water and look down on fresh clothes and angry horses. Since then, the snow falling on the fence and the cooking of tea in clear water are the warmth of the season.
In fact, life is the season, traveling in time. In the spring, you can enjoy the spring scenery and sightseeing, and in the autumn, you can enjoy the gifts of autumn beautifully. Greet the four seasons of life with a smile, believe that no matter what time, there will be surprises, there will be joy, and believe that even if time is like water, fate is still full of compassion.
Text: Wang Yu
Photo: Huang Dayong
Appearance: Wang Yu
Edit: Morning Morning
Editor: Han Jingcai
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