Meditation flows through the years,
Memories come quietly.
A little ink fragrance evokes my love for autumn.
The beauty of autumn is: the thick accumulation of winter, the thin hair of spring,
The bloom of summer heat, the harvest of autumn coolness.
It's the accumulation of day by day,
It is the precipitation of the four seasons,
Maybe it's autumn.
Touch the autumn wind of the earth, full of autumn fragrance,
The beautiful maple leaves of the morning sun reveal the voice of autumn
The fallen leaves dance in autumn, and the beauty of the dance is relieved.
Silently picking up a fallen leaf,
This is the baptism of autumn,
This is the release of life,
This is the cycle of birth,
This is the helplessness of love.
The fallen leaves are not the end of life, but the beginning of new life.
It is the comprehension of life,
it is a cherishing of life,
It is the remnants of the ordeal,
It is respect and understanding of life.
Love is not a fleeting firework, but a picture of the four seasons,
Life is not a vast Gobi, but a day-by-day operation.
Watching the sunset, watching the falling leaves, the dull time, the bland story, the breakfast after the good morning, the good night after dinner, you are all around, this is my happiness...
