Slightly taste the autumn rhyme.

Was it the purple Yan that returned that night, did it come to this pattering rain?

The raindrops falling on the banana leaves drenched the heart of the people who listened to the rain, and also dampened the floating mood caused by the tropics. The wind that leaked in from the fence door blew away the condensation on your forehead, and shook the osmanthus tree in front of the court. The curtains are low-looking, and the blue-bricked patio holds a pool of coolness. A cluster of 芭婷婷's plantain, slightly tilted to hold an umbrella, standing in the center of the scorpio; the clear drops on the umbrella leaves overflowing with the faint glory, mapping a kind of elegant temperament, like a certain A white-collar girl who took the night. As soon as she swept over her cold cheeks, her shoulders shook slightly, and the raindrops of the wafers poured down from the umbrella leaves, falling on the bluestone boards and making a cold splash. Just under the steps that were covered with moss and not seen in the masonry, a porch of the autumn sea rushed out in the rain, such as a rainy season.

The heat is gone, the autumn is coming; the osmanthus is open, and the red is falling. A leaf that occasionally floats through the window inadvertently changes the season's score. The years are so monotonously cyclical. For the rotation of life, or the love of flowers and flowers, this monotonous reciprocation is so thrilling and memorable. The passage of time and time, the changes of seasons and emotions, and how many people feel helpless, knowing that time is gone, the heart can not help but send out: the deceased like a sigh!

However, when you see the golden grain of the grain, a ridge overlaps with a ridge and stands in front of your eyes. I hear the laughter of the harvest season and then sway in the valley for a while, you will still be a few autumn Is the insect screaming and sad? When you see the red leaves of the thousands of mountains, the waves chasing a wave of fiery red passion, I heard the sound of the wind wearing the maple forest, the sound of the sound of a wave of waves lingering in your ears for a long time, Will you still feel sorry for the fading of a few leaves? When you stand on the top of the mountain and face a new round of magnificent sunrise, you will be immersed in the sunshine and listen to the spring of life flowing in the stream. Will you feel embarrassed for several defeated scenes? Although there is a sudden fall in the morning when the red stagnation is reduced, and there is also a glimpse of the fall and the lonely, the autumn and the water are long and the sky is the same. Even if there is a painting of autumn that is "the sound of trees and trees, the coldness of mountains and mountains", there is still the beauty of autumn in "a good year to remember, most orange-orange and orange." Even if there is a bitter resentment of "how much green and white, and back to the west," but there is also a "new autumn, the pavilion will be round" gathering period...

Still in the autumn season, the morning glow penetrated the mist and slowly sprinkled the rain. The shepherd boy walked slowly on the field with the old cow, and the golden flute plated on the morning glow was swaying on the curved path. Childlike music. In the foothills, there were several smog of smoke, quietly rising, and screaming in the wind to explain the lines of this season. The beautiful man was still sitting under the grape vine, and the needle thread in his hand was red and green on the jinpa, embroidering her innocent verse with a needle and a line. A whistle from the distance, who disturbed the mind? The faint glare on her face, such as the small persimmon hanging on the tree, was faint and charming.

In September, Fuso, it has grown taller. The wind of the autumn is soft and soft, and it has not been able to blow the red when it is just opened. The autumn rain that has been wrapped around has quietly spread the snow white of Mu Furong, and it trembles gently: look, the vast fields.

In the silence of the field, even a bird that has swept across the field, the shock of the wing can call the echo of the mountain. Listen, that Fenglin's sound response, such as the tail of the flute, let the notes of the sunset stir up a thousand layers of flushing in the horizon. There are deciduous sounds at the feet, but the sounds in the empty valley are still stirring in my mind. Autumn is not only a beautiful picture, but also a feast of music; listen to the sound of the dewdrops on the leaves and the soul; the joy of sings and sings in the stream; the whisper of the petals in the rain; the leaves in the wind The lingering confession; the one that doesn’t make your heart shock, touch, and warm, and let you burst into tears?

Listen, who is the soft finger and the autumn strings? The sound of the strings that turned and listened to the wrinkles and waves on the Qinhuai River, smashed the night in the south of the Yangtze River; listen, who is standing in the mountains, blowing a bamboo? Caught a group of cattle and sheep back to the column, broke the Qiujiang Jingyue; listen again, who is the waist drum, the sound of the autumn in the loess high slope? The dream of Xintianyou’s dream is flashing in the waist, jumping with passionate fiery life...

If the spring is like a little girl who is a flowering girl, and the summer is a 28-year-old woman who is full of glory, then autumn is a beautiful woman who still has a charm; seeing the beauty of the autumn leaves; the smile of the autumn sunflower; The crisp and elegant of the green onion; the arrogance of the chrysanthemums; the one that doesn’t make you tempted, obsessed, and obsessed, let you think about it?

Look, who holds a bunch of roses and puts it in front of your book window? The long scent of flowers is awakening your dreams earlier than the sun, letting you scent the belly; see, who brought the elegance of a phalaenopsis, not in your exquisite chest? Red Dandan’s cheongsam flutters in the evening with the autumn colors, and the ocean overflows with the blue-like dreams. Look again, who is the dewdrop of the Begonia, reddish your lips? The high-heeled shoes are melodiously passed through the flower beds of September, throwing the light of the road, and the shadow of the dark all the way...

The smile of the warm sun hangs in your lazy dream, caressing the red-hot forehead. Beyond the fall, the flowers are still falling, and the drops are falling, filling the criss-crossing gullies. Those lingering seemingly appearing in the wind and ink, those who seem to have been exposed to poetry and songs, such as a falling leaf, in the memory of the veins of thought, a strip, a block, the same brightness, by This constitutes a colorful and beautiful chapter.

A slap in the autumn, a curtain of rain and red. A taste of autumn rhyme, scented and scented. Gazing at this colorful season, my heart is filled with tenderness. The light shoulders are still intoxicated, it is the trace of the red. The dreams of dodging in the fall are like the petals that are occasionally picked up by the pieces, caught in the pleated diary, and the collection of an eternal beauty for love. Then smiled and said to myself, the flower is beautiful, the flower is drunk, why bother only in the tears of flying flowers, but I don’t know if the red is still clear. Ancient people cloud: East is gone, mulberry is not late. The season is like this, life is like this. Then, let me pick a few mulberry leaves for a simmering scent, and use a warm finger to dip a chrysanthemum into a syrup, brew a pot of fragrant flower tea, and learn The Buddha’s flower smiled calmly and sat on both sides of the road, savoring the years and staying in his own sea. Or find a rain to hit the banana night, sit quietly under the window, listen to the rain and beat the earth's cockroaches, let your heart slowly sweet, calm, and drunk.

Autumn colors are like brocades, and the world is full of flowers!

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