The autumn color is stained with mist, and I feel some indescribable charm. About, it's that plain toughness that adds a touch of femininity. If it weren't for the haze, I wouldn't want the fog to go away.
Standing on a high place and looking down, the orange-yellow treetops on the street are hidden in the fog, which is a bit psychedelic. Perhaps, the tree thinks the same way. Occasionally catching hide and seek with your own companions is also rare. The original red, yellow, covered with such a layer of tulle, it is also romantic.
Late autumn weekends, on such a day, will always make people's mood much quieter.
The same is true of the window shadow, hovering obliquely on the west wall like a tulle, motionless, plus a layer of soft yellow, will feel that it is another space that should not be disturbed, there must be someone as idle as me, leaning on the corner of the room, letting his thoughts go, believing in the reins.
The sunlight to the west is a different kind of warmth. Some ambiguity, some clinging. It quietly smeared the bright warm yellow on the upper part of the protective fence. On each vertical railing there was a yellow light so inch long, like a candle deliberately lit in the dark night, illuminating the heart.
When I used to be busy, it was rare to have time to wait quietly for the sun to set. Once upon a time, it was incomprehensible that someone said, "Dusk is the most peaceful and ambiguous." "Today I understand, it is a little bit of sweetness, a little bit of anticipation, a little bit of unwillingness to wake up like a dream.
Just like that, watching the sunset take away the warm yellow little by little, and turn the "candle" down little by little. I sat there like a child, looking at my beloved in a daze, as if I didn't see anything, just in a daze.
The window shadow retreated to the south, thinning into a narrow strip. At the same time, at the milky white doorway, more blurred lines were left. Like a small window that is completely covered with tulle. In his heart, he only thought that the woman sitting in the space of the other dimension had entered the night early and ended her wild thoughts.
The day before yesterday, he was still saying, "On such an autumn day, the places outside the bed are far away, and the places that cannot be reached by hand are all other places." "It seems that today I have not only traveled far away, but also reached a distant place.
The difficulties in this world will eventually be overcome. If you work hard, there is no place that you can't get. Even if it is just a heart tour, with a long wisp of daylight, you can glimpse the mood and serenity scattered in the day.
Suddenly I thought, if you can knead that ray of light into a piece of fudge, then it must be the kind of fragrant, sweet, and long aftertaste in your memory when you first tasted milk candy...
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