A nostalgic golden autumn

The broken butterfly flapped its white wings and flew into the sky. When a leaf fell on the palm of the hand, it was discovered that summer had passed, and autumn was in progress...

Leaving the crowd, standing alone under the mountain, I quietly bathed in the autumn sunshine.

In the city where the seasons are like spring, the taste of autumn is not strong. At this time, I saw the plum red bougainvillea, the pale green pine and cypress, mixed with the autumn yellow. Swaying in the wind, dotted with the scenery of the mountains.

Strolling through the mountain path, although everything has been artificially modified, it can't hide the yellow grass on the roadside, and the circle of artificial lakes in the autumn wind.

Everything is intoxicated in the autumn...

The thin gown on his body seemed so helpless in the bleak autumn wind. Carefully I did under the banyan tree and found that it was a sad season. Even the caterpillars were reluctant to appear in the autumn scroll. Among the mountain roads, the wild daisies are in full bloom. They are the violins that rang the autumn march, accompanied by unknown small wildflowers dotted with a single color autumn scroll.

Today's protagonist is called autumn wind.

In this sad season, the wind did not forget to stop his steps. It is changing rapidly, this time bringing us the symphony of autumn. "Sand, sand -" the leaves began a harmonious march under the command of the wind. "Husha, Husha" how tacit understanding of the wind and the tree, so the autumn scrolls have more background music. But I can't deny that the autumn wind has intensified the spread of sorrow in the seasons. "Three cups of two light wine, how to enem him, late to anxious", weathered as a thread, blowing through the hair, blowing over the grass.

The yellow leaves are the autumn bouquet.

The golden and ruined life sent away the lush summer days, bringing autumn in the gap of time. Also, gold can't be the mainstay here, but at the moment, they are butterfly and fly in the air. Like the bohemian youth, the golden "wings" are finally unbound at this moment, and the fall of the leaves is the end of its dreams, and it is also a new starting point.

Autumn, sent greetings that are also harsh winter.

Whether it is known that the winter is approaching, the birds have taken up the rich wings, stopped the crisp songs, left the mosquitoes and stunned, and laughed at the language they did not understand.

Autumn falls on the palm of the hand, and it reveals the rich autumn memories. I stood in the middle of the autumn, remembering the summer that has passed away, laughing and welcoming the winter of the future.

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