"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring dynasty." Indeed, autumn, in the high and cloudy wilderness, brings the initial tranquility of the world to people's minds.
The autumn wind is fast, and a pool of water is blue. The sun and moon clouds make shadows, and Mo Ci complains about the song.
The autumn wind is affectionate, blowing a pool of water waves, adding a layer of patterned flower clothes to the surface of this clear lake, and the autumn wind sweeps through the gentle white clouds in the sky and blows through the green trees on the mountain. At first, it gently, quietly, could not bear to wake up immersed in the beautiful dreams of summer. Then the autumn wind pushed the clouds, pushed the flowers and grasses, pushed the leaves, gently stroked a leaf, mischievously let it fall on my head, picked another small flower, pinned it to my bun, and sent me the first gift of autumn. The beauty of the autumn wind is a kind of fierceness.
Autumn rain, sometimes a delicate string, like a pair of flexible and delicate ten fingers playing with the strings at will, flowing down from the sky and tapping on the leaves, "rustling"; tapping on the lake, "ding-dong ding-dong"; tapping on the roof of people's homes, "ticking ticking", making every rainy night, more quiet and clear, more poetic. Like fog, like smoke, like silk, like a dream, let those wanderers who are far away from home count the raindrops in front of the window, and the tears drop to the light. The beauty of autumn rain lingers.
Autumn is the season of longing. When night falls, a full golden moon hangs high in the sky, and countless people will look up at the bright moon, bow their heads and think of their hometown, and pull their thoughts in the cold silver glow. Yue'er is speechless, but she always lets the travelers who are alone in a foreign land raise a glass to invite Mingyue and make three people to the shadow; let the lonely people raise a glass to invite Mingyue and drink together with sorrow and joy. The beauty of the autumn moon is a kind of agility.
Autumn wind, autumn rain, autumn moon night, autumn time, autumn day and autumn passers-by. Standing still in the sun, the autumn light, hand to pick up the full autumn color.
Autumn, on the one hand, is harvest, on the other hand is hope; on the other hand, maturity, on the other side is new life; on the other hand, it is departure, and on the other hand, it is welcome.
The most beautiful thing on earth is autumn, autumn is like this, and so is life.