autumn

Autumn came with the slightest moist, coming from the horizon. The midsummer's heat is driven away, but the winter's cockroaches are blocked, and between the two extreme seasons.

In the face of the fall, the literati of the generations left us with a lot of sentimentality, so they often overlooked its refreshing. The peasant uncles were busy figures, silently telling the story behind him. So every time I talk about autumn, there will always be a gorgeous golden in my mind.

When I came to the forest, I could feel the autumn breath of the infiltrated air. The two sides that are projected on both sides of the road are staggered trees. Although they are not like the mid-summer, they are also a gallery with other styles. The leaves rustle on the soles of the feet, intertwined into a unique tunes in the late autumn. I have not waited for the water vapor evaporated from the sun to dissipate in the mountains. The setting sun is the wings of time, and the water vapor that has been evaporated by sunlight in the mountains has not yet dissipated. Half of the sun has already hid in the Western Hills. At sunset and dusk, the tree shadows are intertwined into a little stream of light, and they begin to tilt into a perfect arc, like the mouth of a beautiful girl, warm and clear. I can't tell the difference. The golden yellow is the sun given by the sky, or the pigment that is transferred from the foot. Because all this has already been entangled together, and the extremely splendid explosion is in front of my eyes, and then it continues to spread forward.

When the flowers bloom, there is no spring glory in the spring, and there is a hermit that Tao Yuanming loves. There is only a touch of yellow between the heavens and the earth, and the independence of the world has blossomed. I can’t help but think of it, the red building that screams and screams, the “Jiju” of Saitama, in the polluted Grand View Garden, how should this be so high A woman? The number of celebrities who have loved the Chrysanthemums in the past is not a minority. Their love for chrysanthemums is mostly the love of the cold and arrogant, but I just feel that in the late autumn, this yellow, but full of endless warmth.

An autumn wind blew, like a walnut that knocked on my heart. However, the set of passwords that fit my heart, in this fall, under this gust of wind, was disrupted, it became a group of mysterious and mysterious. digital. Maybe he will be solved tomorrow, but tomorrow's tomorrow is another day.

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