At the end of the season, we open the ancient scrolls of time and write your name on them, with love as the pen and acacia as the ink. Flowers have withered, and everything in the world has begun to prepare for the arrival of winter. Frost stained the leaves, leaving red and yellow. The flowers have long been destroyed and scattered all over the floor. With the autumn rain, they melted into the earth and were crushed into mud. Their hearts are helpless and sad, and they take refuge in the laws of nature. The flowers were silent and lost in thought. Some insects are still having their last carnival. Most of them have lived in their own homes and enjoyed their own honey language in Qiu Si. Birds also put away their voices and ushered in a lonelier winter in the cold. Swallows and swallows have returned to the south, and geese are also looking for new homes. Birds have returned to their nests and migrated for a helpless life rule.
In this season, plants are doing the final finishing work, and plants related to winter stand upright in the bleak autumn wind, ready to meet the test of the next season. The ginkgo tree on the shore, a golden tree, gave a deep and heavy sigh under the autumn wind. Leaves still on the branches, facing the wind, trying to maintain the last warmth, leave now, who wants to leave? Pieces of fallen leaves fall in helplessness, blooming their most beautiful dance in the air, leaving a vicissitudes of life, flying and landing.
Residual flowers, fallen leaves and dried grass are a sad parting. Autumn wind has lost time, and late autumn has lost weight.
Every day before winter, this kind of parting is performed all the time, and the days begin to become clean. Just like our life, there are many people and things that need time to precipitate, extract the essence and remove unnecessary details, and the rest is the real self.
Autumn is deep, and it's the second half of the year. Looking back at the early autumn, there is still the shadow of summer. There are green trees everywhere and the sun is very strong. Unconsciously, autumn ended and began to lose weight, leaves turned yellow, flowers withered, and the wind was bleak and cold. Just like middle-aged people, we have too many regrets about the years, too much understanding and reflection on life. Gradually, our hearts begin to become clear, our minds become transparent, we feel the warmth of the world, understand what is affectionate, and learn to be simple and ordinary.
Thin autumn, marching to the last season in an orderly way, winter is coming, the footsteps of winter are approaching, and it is welcoming you with a full cold wind.
Residual flowers fall into the mud, and the leaves are silent. In the long river of time, it is full of sadness and singing. The story of a season splashes ink on the curtain of time, and the ending is just around the corner. Is it sadness or joy? Everyone has his own answer in his heart.
The autumn wind thinned the season. At this curtain call moment, if the wind sends the past events of spring, summer and autumn to winter, what will winter feel like? Is it easy? Heavy? Free?
What is the background color of life? Human nature is good? Human nature is evil. Who will judge good and evil? Life is a blank sheet of paper, the key lies in the colors we paint. No matter how beautiful the landscape painting is on ordinary paper, it is still ordinary paper except for the color and the outline of the pen, and there is no blank.
In winter, when the cold wind blows, all the leaves on the branches fall. At that moment, the branches begin to appear, which is the true face of life.
It takes simple happiness to throw away some useless things. Take off your disguise and reveal your original youth, innocence and beauty.
Winter is coming, I hope you can cut all the opportunities into a cotton-padded coat to meet the cold in winter.
The autumn wind is thin in late autumn, and the winter is cold, which breeds the next season.