The number of geese returning to the south is gradually increasing, and I don't know if they have been returning to the south all the way because they are remembering their homeland. Watching them go on and on, I don't know where they will end up.
The autumn night is no longer so hot, and the air conditioner that has been chirping for a long summer can finally breathe a sigh of relief. I don't need to spend any night in contradiction, and the body living in the air-conditioned room can also return to its original position.
The still green trail winds away, with no end in sight, like the journey of our lives. But no matter how far away he is, there is always a time to come to an end, and it is only a matter of time.
The moon in the early autumn is still bright, but it also dims the past years, a flood of moonlight, and the tilt of the earth is a sigh that cannot retain the youthful face. Maybe one day, the stars around it fall, whether it is also faltering, the mission is over.