A ride in the red dust captures the beauty of autumn, thousands of colorful clouds make a smile,
Even if it rains like a shower gel, the beautiful woman is still charming.
It refers to twisting and falling flowers along with the flowing water, including light dust scattered all over the river.
I long remember the fragrance of crape myrtle in the past, but think briefly about the thin red pink of the present.
It was rainy in August, but now the bright weather continues to be cold and humid.
Looking for a fragrant path in the smoke and fireworks, and yellow chrysanthemums blooming in front of the cliff.
The old love talks about peach blossoms in the spring rain, and the new love writes about the red leaves of the autumn maple.
A group of swans fly south again, and ten miles of fluffy grass covers the north slope.
There are few pedestrians in the cross-country rain, and the mountain peaks are full of fog and gloom.
I want to look for red maples to express my autumn thoughts, but I am surprised by the egrets climbing high in the clouds.
There is no need to ask when the fallen flowers surround the plant, and there is no need to worry about the flying leaves.
Even if the world turns a hundred years, the seasons will not change.