You see, your brief silence with the world has not dimmed the world. On the contrary, I see more colors. Chrysanthemum yellow, persimmon red, weeds are still flourishing.
God, this is clear blue. You, very clear.
Lin Yutang said in The Taste of Autumn: "Probably everything old, ingenious, smoked and ingenious gives me the same pleasure ... or a dictionary that has been used for 20 years, or a desk that has been used for half a century, or seeing a blackened signboard in the street, or seeing the vigorous handwriting of all calligraphers, makes people feel the same happiness."
This is the charm of autumn. There is no charm of spring, but it is a little more euphemistic and affectionate. No wonder the ancients described the touching eyes of women as "eyes". Now it seems that it is no exaggeration to describe our long, leisurely and intriguing life.
Spring dew shines on China, and autumn waves soak the sunset glow.