autumn rain

The fallen leaves circling in the air, the graceful dance is the land that is nourishing and nourishing it; the flowers fade away, the petals are yellow and fallen, and the spring mud of the Ming Dynasty, the fragrance still exists in the autumn wind. There is no spring flowering, no summer passion, autumn is quiet, rather, quietly blending into the bits and pieces of our lives.

If life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind and sad painting fan? Then the beautiful fan will finally wait until the fall, like a frost like snow, shaped like a full moon fan, in the autumn of this lonely season, it is either put away, or abandoned, the yellowing fan has long since disappeared when the first time . If the autumn does not come so rushed, the time can stay in the first time when the sea bream flowers, the good moments of the group fan sleeves, how good. However, even the ecstasy of Fanghua, experienced the baptism of autumn, everything is just a flash in the pan.

Autumn is getting thicker, warmer and colder, looking around, the old phoenix tree stands quietly in the autumn rain, the yellow flowers piled up in the ground, derogatory, silently telling the old 旖旎 and Fanghua; the ancient road under the west wind Skinny horses, singularly, the sun sets, the broken intestines are in the horizon, the lonely figure blends with the sky and autumn colors.

In autumn, it is always so easy to provoke people's grief and sensation, and people are saddened. In the autumn, it is like destroying the dreamy demon king, taking Fanghua, leaving only the dead leaves of lifelessness and the reeds of the clear sky, quietly sighing the fall of autumn.

However, autumn, not always monotonous, clear, it also has bright colors, heroic heritage. Liu Yuxi’s clear sky and a crane rushed through the courtyard of the willow pile of smoke, flying over the sad rain and the bright mountains and rivers, and the infinite poetry was drawn to the nine-day tourmaline. Since ancient times, many scholars and geeks have been sorrowful and lonely in the autumn. Liu Yuxi is unique, and he is biased to say that autumn is far better than today. It is true that autumn has dyed the scrolls of the four seasons with its unique colors; the autumn wind has cooked a lot of fruit; the autumn rain of the patter also adds a little charm to the plain life. Wanshan is red, the forest is full of dyes, the river is transparent, the tens of thousands of frosts are free, and the autumn is also heroic.

Parking is sitting in love with Fenglin, and the frost is red in February. Autumn is also simple and bright, green leaves are fascinating; autumn leaves are also unique, red and fire-like maple leaves ignite the passion of fire, even if the dead leaves are piled up, quietly stepping on However, there is also a comfortable feeling. The colors of autumn, flaming, and golden, will bring a heavy joy.

Autumn, without the splendor of spring and summer, it makes me feel the heavy and vicissitudes of history, but also has a deep charm. Autumn is not always monotonous. With an open-minded mood, we can enjoy the heroic and inner heritage of the autumn landscape.

Autumn is getting stronger, and it is always involuntarily lost in nostalgia, remembering the spring of blossoming flowers, the summer of breeze and the good past in those days. Perhaps, no matter how hard we try, we will inevitably experience the years of scrubbing, but only mourn the once unreasonable attachment, even when we were young, unscrupulous. In the autumn harvest season, let us release new dreams, sweat and passion in the wilderness of the youth, and the fruitful achievements of the Ming Dynasty.

Third day: Liu Jinyu