Autumn cool

As usual, I strolled around the street, only to find that the yellow leaves were falling, and I realized that autumn had arrived.

The green leaves of the leaves went, replaced by a yellow, the beauty of the flowers, and the rest, the flowers everywhere. Prosperity has gone, only the vicissitudes of life.

The autumn wind rises, slightly blinks, looks up to the sky, as blue as ever, blue is clear, blue is deep. The once white cloud is nowhere to be found. That is, there is nowhere to be found, why bother? Worse, perhaps, this is the so-called autumn high.

Sitting on the chair, leaning against the street light. Looking back at what I said every day, why the autumn is so sad, now I think of it, it is ridiculous to find out. Or maybe this is why it is the key to the poetic autumn. Sad? In fact, if you look back and find it, sadness, just a sentimental one is an excuse for people to sigh the rush of time.

What is the meaning of life? The yellow leaves are so green in the spring of the song dance. The residual flowers everywhere show the beauty that cannot last, and at the same time, it is also a symbol of new life. Why, why bother to show sorrow? Everything is nothing but a causal cycle of obeying the laws of nature. If we are to grieve for every lost life, can this world be a tearful ocean? Such as the rush of time, why not like those flowers, cherish the time, and strive to bloom? If you sigh and sorrow, why not like the bright red maple, the frustration is more charming, and insist on showing your own Fanghua to the world? Like all things, when you are alive, dedicate yourself to the world?

In the fall, in fact, this is not sad. In autumn, not only the yellow leaves, but also the flowers everywhere. In the fall, there are also the fascinating red leaf maple leaves, golden chrysanthemums, and the harvest of the farmland, as well as the smiles of the people, the hope of new life and the vitality of life. I sigh the people of the autumn and sorrow, don't restrain my thoughts and restrain my eyes. Autumn is like spring, full of hope and full of dreams.

Is this part of nature? I stood up, took care of my hair, and walked home...

Sixth grade: resentment demon