Autumn leaves, gentle breeze, all the beautiful unexpected moments, will make you moved. So, once again, I felt the slight chill in the air. That kind of autumn mood always makes the connotation of late autumn move again and again.
In life, I feel that the colors of life are somewhat subtle, some stretched, some beautiful. Every feeling of autumn is as frank and green as the grass is born. It seems that the colors of autumn are not so intense, but also very indifferent and a little ostentatious. Most of the time people in this season don't know how to appreciate this season.
I love autumn, I love that it's colorful and has so much secrecy. Some of the memories that exude a sweet fragrance, such as dewdrops swaying in the breeze, exude a bewildering charm. It is so timeless that it is reminiscent of the autumn wind of "falling leaves". Autumn leaves fall, drifting zeros one after another, leaving only the desolation of a place, the loneliness and loss of a place. I love its loneliness and sadness because it carries so much beauty.
In my opinion, every withered leaf has a life course, vitality, and majesty. So, in this season, I seem to have learned to cover up, learned to cover up. Those lost years, just like that, disappeared from our vision. And every time we look back, it is a sadness to life.