Late autumn is cold, and winter is coming.
It was windy last night,
There is a chill in the air.
Slowly, it turned into a light rain in late autumn.
At present,
It is the curtain of dreams, and it is a half-volume of leisure;
Ear, is a mountain stream,
Bypassing the stone wall where moss traces grow,
Slowly flowing out the ethereal melody.
Autumn is already deep,
The leaves all over the mountain are as dazzling as a rainbow.
There are many mature looks,
Like red leaves,
Besides knowing how to love others,
The important thing is,
Know how to appreciate yourself.
Just thought,
Plain heart Xiang Qiu, simple.
Bloom flowers fall before the court, year after year.
The sky is full of clouds and has no intention of staying.
The world of mortals has been gradually seen through.
The wayward steps no longer linger.
Choose a quiet corner, hedge and plant chrysanthemums.
The spring and autumn of Andu I.
A few stormy nights,
The fallen leaves are silent, and it is another autumn.
I linger in my ears,
The poet's half-life vicissitudes and regrets;
If life is like the first time,
What is this? Autumn wind attracts a sad fan.
Breeze, fallen flowers, fallen leaves,
Everyone bowed their once high heads.
Remember sister Lin said in late autumn:
Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow,
Qiu Guang has long autumn nights,
I feel the autumn window is full of sorrow.
It was as bleak as the wind and rain.
Open the inner window again,
The long road we have traveled,
I saw the depths of my life in a trance,
Like a red dot in a late autumn sunset.
The wind is rustling, the water is cold,
How many ups and downs,
Along the way,
Got a lot,
And lost a lot of weight.
The change of time,
Dilute the persistence in my heart,
Like water, time is like a fallen leaf,
Come quietly,
I went there in a hurry.