I found a path and shook a folding fan. I was careful not to wake the sleeping leaves in my dream. The autumn wind blew the fallen flowers and drunk the sunset. I woven my sadness into a fairy tale, with a perfect ending and poetry all over the wasteland. Shh, listen. The leaves are dancing softly on the water, as if they finally decided to start traveling in unknown places.
A wisp of autumn wind, like a slender and safe woman, walked in slowly with small steps. She met me unexpectedly in a quiet corner in autumn. She crossed the alley, reached out and knocked on the wooden door one by one. She stepped on the stone steps and accidentally messed up the vicissitudes of the annual rings. She walked into a deep alley, turned around and inadvertently disturbed the time. Then I realized that, looking back, Bloom had spent thousands of years.
A leaf fell on the branch. Half asleep, I caught a glimpse of the secret that cicadas choked in early autumn except for flowers withering. Then the frog's voice was blown down by the autumn wind, and there was a fragrant rice in the sky. The bug opened its foggy eyes and looked at itself, dyed golden. The bright moon hangs on the treetops, and the shadows soften the time. At this moment, as a poet's sadness, surrounded by the breath of autumn, unfolded into a beautiful poem in a bumper rice field.
Autumn is "the golden wind is rare, and the fallen leaves return to their roots." A bird in the evening, a flower in January, cicadas choking, a graceful autumn in a season. I walked into the path paved by the autumn wind, humming a brisk tune, and lifted the autumn leaves with the song. Look, the fallen leaves are like a docile kitten, curled up on the eaves and breathing quietly. Inadvertently broke into this poetic scene and sang all the songs into warm stories.
Autumn is the cold of "painting a corner in a lonely city, and the sound of autumn enters the vast". Perhaps the horn sounded from all directions, and I didn't have time to drink a cup of turbid wine. I don't know how many times the horn was urged. Lonely city is killing, horseshoe is the world overnight, pipa is caring, and all shall be well. The bonfire accompanied by the sword played a broken song, which dyed red for a season. Or maybe he was drunk, looking at the sword and patting the moon, thinking of that year, the Jingoma Iron once went deep into the enemy's rear and was in danger. He once used a pike to hit a no-man's land of 30 meters, reprimanded Fang Qiu and turned over fifty strings of the Great Wall.
Autumn is even more free and easy: "Drink a cup of sunset and get drunk, and Du Kang will relieve your worries". Cook a pot of wine, write a few idle words, draw a picture of a painter, and watch the fallen flowers tap on the left unlocked window. The red leaves crossed my lintel like a shy bride. After dusk in Dongli, no matter the smell of wine and dark sleeves, they are charming teenagers, and the folding fans are somewhat amorous feelings and acacia. Pipa is long, brocade is endless. Inadvertently made a lifetime commitment to a person, but later time turned into cherry red and banana green.
A gust of autumn wind cleared away my worries, so I took Wu Gou for a drink.
So I looked for the redemption of a fallen leaf in front of the winding painting beam. Carve your name on the gray wall in one stroke. Cut your temples in front of the mirror, sketch a sip of tea, lean on the green gauze account and pick a hundred knots of snuff.
So I rowed a canoe, regardless of the load or not. After many years, I became attached to loneliness in this landscape and this small bridge.
So I go fishing alone in a clear autumn, whether Jiang Xue will accompany me or not. Spent half my life in this place, taking this fishing rod as my home and keeping company with hemp fiber.
So I waited by a swing, no matter whether anyone would walk away with shame and smell the green plum. When the morning glow is misty, I will wait in this yard for the autumn wind to gradually rise, for the flowers to gradually dilute, for the autumn rain to cool down, and for this month to sway over the wall.
After wandering for a long time, I gradually felt that a leaf was shocked by autumn.