The years are more silent than the sound, hurriedly stepping on the flowing shadow of time, sliding through the lush green of summer to autumn. Looking back, the Mid-Autumn Festival has passed. After several reincarnations, several alternations, the breeze swept through the autumn alleys, the autumn rain dropped on the treetops, the autumn colors dyed the leaves yellow, and the autumn day became stronger.
A breeze blows, and the fragrance of chrysanthemums from the corridor blows towards my face. It is refreshing and reaches the peak of my mood. My mood suddenly becomes brighter. The petals washed by the autumn rain are even more charming, and their cleft lips are blown in the autumn wind. Swaying and growing, for fear of missing every inch of time.
The chrysanthemums are layered in layers and bloom in the rich September. Although there is no pampering peony like "the national beauty is drunk in the morning and the wine is drunk in the morning, and the clothes are dyed in the fragrant night", there is no such thing as "the mud is not stained, and the ripples are clear but not stained". The lotus of "demon" is pure and noble. But I prefer the layers of chrysanthemum petals, clustered closely together, no matter what, in the coolness of autumn wind and rain, they are dazzling and charming, blooming in the soft light of autumn.
The sunshine in autumn is gentle and quiet, the autumn wind is warm and soft, the sky is blue, the clouds are white, elegant and far away, like a small boat with charming autumn colors, carrying the breath of harvest through the mountains Gang, crossing the mulberry field to the world, charming the petals, infected with the years, gentle and gentle the quiet fleeting scenery.
Watch the autumn flowers quietly, listen to the gusts of autumn wind, softly sing the beauty of the chapters, go around to the corridor, look at the chrysanthemums standing in the autumn sun, so beautiful, and pick one up at your fingertips. Flower, put it in the palm of your hand, write it into a beautiful poem, read it slowly, and appreciate it quietly.
It is the fragrance of flowers that infects the coolness of autumn, and it is the petals that decorate the silence of the world, which makes autumn come true. Tao Yuanming's beautiful poem: "The chrysanthemums are planted under the eastern fence, and the Nanshan Mountain can be seen leisurely". Let autumn show its unique posture and exquisite charm.
The autumn sun spreads quietly on the ground, scatters on the window lattice, and falls on the petals. A warmth passes through the glass. No need to modify or decorate, it is still beautiful and eye-catching.
Looking at the autumn colors outside the window, the morning sun casts a ray of light, and the morning dewdrops sway on the petals. The light and the fragrance of flowers mingle together, infinitely soft, lingering in the autumn sunshine, and I am slightly happy. , quiet and beautiful, with a faint fragrance blowing on the sleeves and filling the heart.
Autumn is lingering, a touch of coolness passes through the hair, a glance at the eager leaves, a touch of melancholy gently cuts through the track of the heart, who has cooled the autumn coolness for a season, who picked a piece of flying leaves. fallen leaves.
Life is like spring, summer, autumn and winter. Life goes hand in hand with the four seasons and reincarnations. We are constantly experiencing the hardships of life, and we will always encounter beauty in thousands of turns, leaving some gentleness in this cold world. Let these vicissitudes of life add the color of autumn.
The autumn colors spread over the treetops, and the fallen leaves were swept away by the autumn wind one by one. They were graceful, dancing and jumping, confiding their heartfelt feelings to the pole, saying goodbye affectionately. Each fallen leaf has its own sorrow.
Walk through the alleys of autumn, feel the mourning of fallen leaves, and listen to the thoughts of falling petals. When the autumn wind passes by and touches the heartstrings, the vicissitudes and coolness of the years are brewed into stories. , written in the place where time passes.
In a trance, I have entered the middle age of my life. In the depths of my memory, the sorrows, joys, sorrows and joys of the past emerged from the depths of my memory in an instant, stranded behind the years. The story withered into pieces of autumn leaves, like chrysanthemums blooming in the autumn sun, quiet and beautiful.
On the road of life, the most important thing is not to have too many regrets. There is no need to get entangled with yourself and worry about the world. Just treat it as a dream. As long as there is love in your heart and scenery in your eyes. , why care about the ups and downs on the road of life.
Don’t let your mood be unreasonably worried. When the prosperity is over and the years are passing by, we don’t need to say anything or be confused. As long as we take life seriously, we will have happiness.
If time is like a song, life is a journey, with scenery and songs along the way, stops and starts, ups and downs. Life is full of joys and sorrows, and every encounter needs to be engraved in our hearts.
After walking through the long road of life and passing through the rushing years, we cling to the warm time, ignite the hope in our hearts with love, and enjoy ourselves and enjoy alone in the dark fragrance and sparse shadows. Live the joy of life.
Hold a book, make a cup of tea, sit across from yourself in the autumn, drink a cup of fleeting tea, listen to the whispers of autumn, record a life story with vicissitudes of pen, and use The deepest feelings write the ruthlessness of a period of time. Fold and hide the old time.
If time is a chrysanthemum that blooms undefeated, I hope it will grow freely in my writing, guard its petals, let my mood take wings, weave clothes for the golden autumn, and prepare for the golden autumn. Dreams plant hope and inadvertently bring a smile to your face.
Time flies, and the years are like water. Wherever the autumn wind blows, there are fallen leaves flying and swaying. On the way home of every life, there is a season of golden carpet, with the fragrance of flowers and bumps along the way. Affectionately interpret the beauty of autumn.
Turning over the lush years of tender spring and green summer, they have become yellowed verses in my writing, twisting and twisting in the bottom of my heart, dripping into ink marks, leaping on the paper, lying in rows, and piled up into words. , in the warm wind of autumn, I read sadness, intoxication, and heartbeat, forming a quiet and beautiful autumn scene.
Life is like a play, and play is like life. After passing through the sun and the moon, through the spring and autumn, and looking back at the traces of the years, we must get used to the ups and downs of life and look down upon the closeness, distance and alienation in life. It is the normal state of life. This is the destiny in life, the journey that must be experienced, and the way to deal with life calmly.
If life can be like autumn, start well and end well, be indifferent to the world, be as silent as a flower, be pure and peaceful in time, not thinking about the past, not afraid of the future, and living in peace with yourself affectionately, like How wonderful it would be to be as quiet and beautiful as autumn!
We don’t need to say too much. The place where the autumn wind blows is not only the fallen leaves, but also the quiet beauty that we have not discovered. In addition to the bleak old age captured in our eyes, there is more autumn. The calm rhythm of autumn.
Don’t let the dimness nearby confuse your eyes. The wind, moon and scenery in the distance are more worth looking forward to. Don’t let the trivial things around you hinder your way forward.
In fact, everyone’s destiny is in their own hands. An exquisite life comes from one’s continuous efforts. The fate of those who live seriously is not bad. Behind any kind of beauty It’s all a matter of sweat and tears, and good days are always earned by one’s own efforts.
Only by understanding the principles of life and knowing the true meaning of life. All things in the world are inextricably connected with human beings, and only then can we have the caring gentleness between people and all things, and the rich heritage of autumn, which is enough to enrich your thin life and your ordinary life.
Life is a long journey, and you are not afraid of high mountains and long rivers. As long as there is love in your heart and light in your eyes, you will inadvertently see the most beautiful scenery in the depths of the years. At every turn, you will encounter more beautiful scenery. Good yourself.