A sleet in October didn't bring much chill to this autumn, but it did increase the temperature.
This city, a rare autumn.
The autumn wind carries the warmth of the silk and blows thoughts.
Autumn leaves fall with it, giving autumn colors a more beautiful scenery.
I walked slowly in a trench coat, my eyes greedily looking at the autumn scenery everywhere, as if to be carved into my eyes, my heart. Autumn has never been a fan, and there are very few autumns in this city. The dry heat and green of summer can disappear soon after autumn. Let the whole city become depressed and unsympathetic.
Maybe it's because in the city, you can't feel the joy of the autumn harvest at home.
But this year, the warmth of this autumn, made me really like her for the first time. As if knowing for the first time, this turned out to be this
Autumn in the city is also beautiful.
It is said that autumn is the season of missing. I think it's because after autumn, the night begins to be long. Because only in the endless night will it spread without scruples.
I don't know, such an autumn, will not make you think of me.