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In the golden autumn, the rice flowers are fragrant

author:Wild old man speaks language
In the golden autumn, the rice flowers are fragrant
In the golden autumn, the rice flowers are fragrant

After experiencing the heat of summer, the autumn wind blows and the grain is fragrant. October, with the introvertedness of autumn, the dignity of autumn, with the maturity of autumn, enjoy the tranquility of her own faction.

In the golden autumn, the rice flowers are fragrant
In the golden autumn, the rice flowers are fragrant

Autumn is clear, it is gorgeous, it is buried in the bones of the wind and bones of the years, and it is warm and beautiful. There is no season that can be as emotional as autumn.

In the golden autumn, the rice flowers are fragrant
In the golden autumn, the rice flowers are fragrant

Qiu, like a plain and gentle woman, quietly passed through the gap of time. Smudged the brow of the season.

In the golden autumn, the rice flowers are fragrant
In the golden autumn, the rice flowers are fragrant
In the golden autumn, the rice flowers are fragrant

Enjoy a calm, look for a piece of autumn tranquility, a clear, a warm, wordless, wordless, is a kind of Zen state.

In the golden autumn, the rice flowers are fragrant

Autumn, a season of golden yellow, encounter a bunch of warmth, treasure a encounter. Maybe, tomorrow, there will be flowers and chaos here, but my memory is a bright spot.

In the golden autumn, the rice flowers are fragrant
In the golden autumn, the rice flowers are fragrant

Reaching out to touch the thoughts of a falling flower, the vicissitudes and regrets of the ancients half a life are haunting the ears.

——— if life is only like the first sight, what autumn wind painting sad fan.

In the golden autumn, the rice flowers are fragrant

I like the state of mind so simple and clear, sitting on the ground, a song, a rice fragrance. All the prosperity of the world passes in the eyes.

In the golden autumn, the rice flowers are fragrant
In the golden autumn, the rice flowers are fragrant

The ink marks on the paper are cleared, the traces left by the years are shallow, and the quiet leans in the depths of time. Wait and see the fruitful results, in the flow of harvest year transformation.

In the golden autumn, the rice flowers are fragrant

Autumn is thick, there is nowhere to complain about sorrow. A piece of gold, a distant mountain, a pool of autumn water, a romantic and lofty poem, vast, quiet, pleasant, gorgeous. Autumn has her faint poetry.

In the golden autumn, the rice flowers are fragrant
In the golden autumn, the rice flowers are fragrant

Look up, look up at the sky in the autumn sun, a drifting cloud that quietly passes, covering the warm light, in the distance, mountains, water, clouds, trees. As if overlapping in sight. The sky is high and cloudless, accompanied by my pure and dust-free autumn heart.

In the golden autumn, the rice flowers are fragrant
In the golden autumn, the rice flowers are fragrant

Autumn, a scene and a thing, is a poem and a song, a little peace, a little wishful thinking, a little calm. Perhaps, after the prosperity, the wind and smoke are pure, which is the place where the soul returns.

In the golden autumn, the rice flowers are fragrant
In the golden autumn, the rice flowers are fragrant

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