Walking on the road of "autumn rain and cold", an indescribable mood suddenly overflowed my heart.
Looking back at the past, some unforgettable people and some things that are difficult to let go are lingering thoughts after all!
The colorful flowers in the park are still blooming hard. The dense leaves of the trees that used to be lush and lush have turned a little yellow. Some weak leaves began to drift in the wind. I can't help but think to myself:
Are these falling leaves pursued by the wind, or are they the unwillingness of the tree to retain them?
In fact, the falling of leaves is an unstoppable parting, just like our life. When we were young, we had the love and care of our parents and relatives, and we grew up healthily.
When our wings are full, we will eventually leave our parents’ side and fly freely. And this family love, which is thicker than water, will last a lifetime.
"The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown." In this autumn night, an inexplicable melancholy suddenly lingers in my heart. The bright moon is in the sky, the love is deep, and I miss my hometown deeply.
The bright moon, as clear as water in my hometown, is also giving me a kind and friendly smile, seeming to call the wanderers in the distance to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.
September is the hometown of poetry. My hometown at this moment is a picturesque and beautiful scenery with ripe fruits and fragrant fragrance everywhere.
The warm sunshine, soft and unobtrusive, shines on the crops all over the mountains and plains, causing them to mature and grow crazily, and shining on the harvest and happy faces of the folks.
The autumn night is chilly, and the bright moonlight fills the earth. Looking up at the starlit night sky, I miss my friends far away deeply.
Pick up a withered yellow leaf and send it to a friend in a foreign country. A leaf tells you that the weather is getting colder in autumn. I ask you how you are in a foreign country?
Time is like water, telling the sorrow of separation, and time is like a shuttle, writing farewell... If you smile, I will be warm; if you are well, I will be sunny!
In the vast sea of ??people, it is rare to meet. If you don't want to give sincerely, you will just ask for it; if you don't take good care of it, you will just ignore it.
When one day, people’s hearts become cold and hurt, how can they stop the departure? How can we restore the retreating figure? Just like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, there is no sound, but there is nowhere to look for them.
Just like that annoying autumn wind, it blew away so many leaves that were close to each other, making the longing remain the same and the past as before; that ruthless autumn rain blew away so many God-given good relationships, making those moments that cannot be repeated , left as a distant memory;
That autumn parting made that lonely person disappear in the desolation of the long autumn sky, making "choose someone to love deeply and accompany someone to grow old" become hopeless. The end of words!
Autumn is a season of longing.
There is always a love that comes quietly when we don’t understand it, but passes away in a hurry; there is always a person who softens our fleeting moments, but leaves behind a lifetime of regret; Looking back, I am amazed at the moment of time, but the tenderness like water is left out; there is always a sigh that sounds in the sleepless night, but I still shed tears.
"The sky is blue, the ground is yellow, the west wind is strong, and the geese flying from the north to the south." How can we not feel emotional at this scene? The yellow and fallen leaves are lamenting in the heart, and the fallen leaves are silent. Falling in the wind between heaven and earth, looking forward to spring with tears in my eyes.
When the wild goose goes away, the wild goose returns and the wild goose is nostalgic. Year after year, the liver and intestines break. Flowers bloom and fade with longing, and the leaves are green and yellow as time goes by.
Missing is like the fallen leaves in autumn, falling to the ground and turning into mourning. Wild geese flying from the north to the south, life and death are vast, and there is no place to express desolation.
A piece of letterhead, chanting in a low voice, and finally getting choked up after putting down the pen.
How I hope that those who have been with me for the journey are still there in the dim light; how I hope that those warm and beautiful stories, those things that I once had, can last forever!
Perhaps it is through our reunions and separations that our young hearts gradually grow up, gradually learn to face and take responsibility, until we slowly mature.
Just like the fallen leaves in autumn, we can't help ourselves, but there is nothing we can do. We can only look forward to the return of spring to the earth, when the world will be full of green again, and we will smile towards tomorrow.
The autumn wind kisses the falling leaves, but it spreads the coldness all over the ground; it is full of beautiful sadness; it is full of caring thoughts.
Autumn is getting colder, but my thoughts are long... I hope that all the friends I have met along the way in life will remember to put on more clothes when the weather is cold!