Gradually into the late autumn/dream empty.
Osmanthus fragrans in this city is falling, and countless small gold earrings are covered with a layer on the stone path, shining with fine light. From their fragrance, I happened to smell the ripe summer of rural peaches. The slurry of the tree condenses into a soft thing, showing a bright brown-red color at the scab mark.
Something is rotting under the tree, and flies are flying with the determination to be killed. No one can wade through the deep water of cicadas and sunshine, as if silence is a very disturbing thing. The rustling of osmanthus flowers continues when they fall. Birds in the sky seem to come from old times, not just geographical distance. They flew by and gradually entered the late autumn.
As a result, there are few waves in middle age at this moment. Between suddenly looking up and looking down, the past is like a breeze, blowing quietly. Running can no longer test the elasticity of life.
Osmanthus fragrans opens/calms down.
Osmanthus fragrans bloomed, and the fragrance floated in the passing small garden. Reveal the secrets of autumn with faint fragrance. Thinking of honey, there is sweetness in the glass bottle, and my heart is happy. The old man on the mountain road spread out his brew.
You can see a jar of osmanthus in a transparent bottle, which is golden yellow. That night, the afterglow of the sun has not dissipated, so it gently spilled down. On the leaves, on the mountain road, in the old man's expectant eyes, in your hands.
Your hand is full of fragrance. Pass it to me. It's intoxicating and sweet. People think of sweet-scented osmanthus dumplings, Osmanthus Jelly and sweet-scented osmanthus lotus seed soup, all of which are sweet and waxy. I brought the fragrant osmanthus home from the mountain forest, and with the entrustment of the mountain wind, it is enough to put a little.
Autumn wind sends each other, moonlight stiff neck, sleepless. Where I live, there are also two osmanthus trees, which are blooming. The night will also send out a continuous acacia. When the moonlight becomes golden and bright. Miss the faint time, like a blooming osmanthus; When I miss you deeply, I am like a blooming osmanthus. Can't sleep, get up!
Let the moonlight pour in and the fragrance float in. Listen to the whispers of autumn insects with me and watch the sparse stars with me. Such a night is suitable for chatting with a suitable person. About the chaos of the day, about the clarity of the moonlight. I want to talk to you about something, to a osmanthus tree. I'm relieved.