In the late autumn, the courtyard after the rain is cool and solemn, the night is coming, and the people who blow the north wind are cold. The grass was covered in the air, and the Cangshan Mountain was covered with a large yellowish color, and it was also subjected to continuous autumn rain, which looked a little desolate from a distance.
The wind rustles the leaves, and the emerald green scenery of the past is gone, and the eyes are full of dry autumn yellow. There are some fruit, and there are also kinds of unkempt and yellow faces.
The tall trees are still falling yellow leaves, the steps going back are covered with yellow leaves and moss, the dead leaves in late autumn, the continuous autumn rain, all unfold on this small side of the steps, and the remnants of the wind are desolate and the people are six gods and no masters.
When I got home, I hurriedly closed the window, not wanting to see the yellow leaves outside the window again, nor did I want to see the sunset in the sky, a golden yellow.
In the evening when the wind is high and the autumn is high, the yellow leaves are flying in the sky, the late autumn chill is heavy, the windows are closed to warm the house, and the night slowly falls, along with the continuous autumn rain that makes people feel bad.