Standing at the corner of time, looking at the fading wind and flowers, counting the vicissitudes left by the years. Along the way, both hands are still empty, and the roadside is beautiful, all missed; Xiao Xiao rain curtain, between the fallen leaves, like the murmur of the quiet night, in the autumn color of the pedestrians, the golden yellow floating around with a hint of romance, the charm of late autumn is suddenly fixed.
Autumn heart is lonely, drizzle, all kinds of insects quietly retreat, and the music of the rain gradually enters the climax, the ultimate nature is in late autumn, like a picture scroll gently rolled up, endless acacia is about to begin to condense into white snowflakes...
Autumn precipitates the beauty of the flowing years, and the persimmons on the branches are like lanterns, guiding the footsteps of pedestrians, faintly calm, and beautifying the mountains and rivers; it seems to point out the direction for the dusty world and find a way back for the lost souls.
Autumn rain is amorous and gentle, the strings all over the place only play acacia, washing the hustle and bustle of the city, letting all the glitz fall to the ground, restoring the well-being of the ages, sitting around the stove, a cup of tea, a book, maybe life is so simple...
When the wind of the season knocks on the door of long farewell, soothing the wandering soul in the broken thoughts of yin and yang. Wash away the dust of the body, let go of the obsession in the heart, drunk on poetry, drunk on the wind chimes in front of the window...
Time polishes the true feelings in the heart, and perhaps the stumbling at that time has become today's look back and smile, and the beauty of the world has brewed and formed, blooming in late autumn.
Autumn rain strips away fairy tales, and gives new fairy tales, the beauty of the world lies in telling, picking up the style of a place again, weaving into chapters, giving new meaning, perhaps civilization moves forward in this way; the joy of the world does not lie in the thrill of the road, but in how the fire of hope ignites and lets it blossom, just as the beauty of the scenery is not in it, but in the humanities we give...
The beauty of autumn is coming to an end, and the beauty in our hearts, don't let it disappear, just today's well-off, a thousand years have not existed, happy old people, swimming everywhere every day, laughter and singing on the bus, the park is their paradise, fitness, dancing, its fun and harmony...
Transmission can also bring happiness, the rings should be the seal of the years, the white hair that has experienced wind and frost, once upon a time, the burning passion years, cast today's prosperity, if the original intention does not change, I think it should be them.
Majestic Huaxia, home is our roots, hometown is the habitat of our souls, in late autumn, the fallen leaves return to the roots, nature reincarnates in a simple posture, and impetuous we should also begin to reflect...
The combination of romance and autumn, deriving different styles, the complicated world runs in a simple way, so that we also learn to be calm; suddenly time accelerates, unconsciously the dark clouds dissipate, the sun sticks out of the head, with a rainbow, giving all the dewdrops a new brilliance, the scattered thoughts are still flying, I think the gloom in my heart has been deleted by the sun.
We live between the universes, thinking that the future must be extraordinary, the beauty of retention, and the future; so we should believe that winter is not far away, and whether wine can be brewed in the silent time, then spring can still be expected...