Qiu Qiu

The spring of blossoming flowers is colorful, and the hot summer is full of enthusiasm. The cold and bleak autumn is desolate and dry, and the snowy winter is romantic and gentle. What I like the most in this season is the bleak autumn. Autumn leaves. The vitality of the tree in the past no longer exists, and it becomes a dead tree. The original green leaves are full of vitality and become awkward. Dry, not even yellow, but withered, like dead leaves of dead gray color. After a gust of autumn, the leaves drifted and fell slowly. There are still a few stubborn leaves on the branches, and they refuse to leave. But the wind is still tearing, they give up, and reluctantly do the final farewell. This is Qi Qiu. The moon of autumn. The month is more tidy than in the past. More beautiful. The Mid-Autumn Festival is here, and the family is happy to enjoy the moon, but the fans are still awkward in happiness. Because the family members who are thousands of miles away cannot meet each other during the reunion festival, they are not perfect. The wanderer is still far away from home, and only his own mood is conveyed to the bright moon of Minqing. The separation of the day after day, the backlog of homesickness, this is the fall. This is Qi Qiu. Autumn, infinitely desolate. There is no Chunhua. Xia Can. Winter is cold, but there is a kind of confusing beauty that makes me fall in love with this season, this desolate autumn.

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