The pendulum of the season does not stop, unconsciously, it is another year of autumn breeze, the wind is soft, the clouds are faint, walking outdoors, feeling that everything is so comfortable.
Wear autumn clothes, not lukewarm or hot; on the road, do not panic, let you gallop carefree, let you wander freely.
The sun has faded from its former willfulness and replaced it with gentleness and freshness. The people of the autumn tour also showed a happy smile, and the relaxed steps were full of dashing and hope.
The autumn grass is yellow. Looking at the fields in the distance, it is like a picture scroll, and the magical nature has decorated the fields into an intoxicating gallery.
In the gallery, there is the clarity of the river, the golden yellow of the rice, the fiery red of the maple leaves, and the pale yellow of the ginkgo biloba.
A trace of grass on the side of the road, a bush of grass on the riverside, as if they had been dyed by the clever hands of the Heavenly Father, showing an intoxicating golden yellow.
The sky is clear, the wilderness is vast, the earth is silent, the grass is no longer growing, and the flowers of the anti-season are no longer blooming. Enron, let life present a different scene.
Osmanthus flowers are fragrant. In the cool breeze and soft sunshine, the small courtyards of many people's homes are full of fragrance.
On the road, whether driving or walking slowly, what you smell is a refreshing sweet fragrance, and what you see is pleasant and refreshing.
Standing under the tree, the little flowers, like little elves, probing their little heads and opening their little eyes, greeted people. Looking at the osmanthus flowers in the distance, a branch, a tree, are all an intoxicating golden yellow.
And to chrysanthemum yellow again. After a hundred flowers, a depression, at this time, chrysanthemums with elegance, with fragrance, the style came, once again decorated the world, once again the seasons lit up.
Purple is simple, white is pure, yellow is bright, her sisters are angels in late autumn, bringing beauty to the world, so that people can once again smell a season of distinctive flowers.
Whether it is outdoors, or halls, whether it is a park, or a roadside, as long as there are chrysanthemums, this season is full of poetry and can make people's hearts become open.
The maple leaves like fire sway in the gentle wind, refreshing the eyes, intoxicating the soul, letting people with poetry chant, and letting people who like it stop and watch.
The maple leaf looks like the palm of a beautiful person, waving to the people who pass by, and touching the smiling faces of those who are affectionate.
Maple leaf, you are a fire in late autumn, warming people in the cold wind. When you are lonely, you are a piece of light that illuminates the hearts of people on the journey and makes the hearts no longer confused.
Maple leaves, you are the accumulation of the sun and the moon, you are the collection of the seasons. Seeing you, the heart is relieved, collecting you, and the beauty will never be forgotten.
Standing under the maple leaves and looking at the hometown, how many beautiful stories flow in the heart, there are parents Yin Yin's teachings in the story, there is a father and mother with hard work and hard upbringing in the story, there is a relative standing at the mouth of the village in the story, Zhang Wang, Zhang Wang, Zhang Wang, Zhang Wang
Dear relatives, the cold weather does not forget to add clothes, it is our concern for our loved ones, whether they are warm or not.
O maple leaf, bring my blessings, wish them no harm, wish them happiness and health.
Smell the rice again. The gentle wind blows freely, blowing a harvest scene in the field, blowing the joy on the faces of the peasants, and blowing the sunshine in front of every house.
See also persimmon red. In late autumn, the front and back of every house are hung with red "small lanterns", which decorate the farmhouse with auspiciousness. The cakes made by the Zhang family are sweet, and the mooncakes made by the Li family are fragrant. If you come to the farmhouse as a guest and eat a bite of the persimmon cake made by the host, you will never forget the sweetness in your heart.
Geese fly south. Homesick geese, you also have homeland feelings, in the gusts of cold wind, in the heavy clouds, you are not afraid of difficulties, fly all the way.
Loved ones are your motivation, and thoughts are your bags. In the wind and rain, you are not afraid of the mountains and rivers, not afraid of the wind and rain, and wrote a moving poem.
The autumn colors are beautiful and the autumn breeze is cool. In the late autumn, you are the love of my heart, and I would like to wander happily in your arms.