Autumn is strong, there is no color under the grand scene, and the ups and downs are flat

Green grass fragrant, green land greets, autumn color strikes, grass color is still the same, trees are bright autumn, half yellow and half green, gradually red and yellow, until late autumn, golden hanging trees, golden laurel like honey, street fragrance, into the heart, a beautiful scenery, until the full moon. The autumn wind rises, the golden yellow is on the ground, the sweep is inexhaustible, the branches are gradually bald, the clothes are gradually increasing, it seems to wither, it seems to insist, it seems to wait. Stepping on the branches and leaves, the long clothes are blown, the hair is facing the wind, the eyes are falling, the autumn solstice is over, waiting for the baptism of winter. Autumn is a very undulating season in the four seasons, after experiencing the high to the low, after the golden autumn there is no blooming color, only the pine flat greenery, not too cool. But I think autumn is a wise man, the bustling scene I took you to see after slowly retreating, let you remember this beautiful, too green summer, the memory left is hot, early spring is only the talent of the little lotus to show the sharp corners, cold winter also leaves at most a glimpse of the snow falling under the pine trees. Only autumn, there is no color under the grand scene, and the withering is so charming, you will believe that she will always rise again. This is autumn, taking you to see the prosperity, leading you through the curtain, after the rise and fall of the clouds light breeze.