Autumn in October, deep and quiet, exudes a kind of heaviness that has read all the vicissitudes of life. In the breeze, autumn condenses into pieces of yellow on the buttonwood and slowly falls ... When all the fallen trees have gone, the withered trees have regained the color of their roots, and everything suddenly shows the vitality of life. Fine, woven leaves are illuminated by the sunset, like the sad music left by Qiu Chan, recording the story of rustling and falling wood. It writes the legends of meeting in winter, dating in spring and summer in the memory of life, telling people about the gestation in the snow, the growth in the wind, the sturdiness in the rain, the gorgeous chic and lonely sadness.
For spring and summer, autumn is a passer-by. After the splendor of spring and the full swing of summer, people know that prosperity and prosperity are only temporary elegance, and glory and praise are fleeting after all. For things outside the body, you are allowed to go with the flow and be indifferent.
The charm of autumn also lies in its richness, nobility and maturity. Autumn is like a profound freehand painting, and leisurely clouds are our soul. We want to take things outside and aim high. In the face of the noise of the world, reserved people always maintain a noble alienation, clear and transparent autumn water is clear in their hearts, quietly waiting for a purity and happiness from childhood; Falling leaves at the foot seem to tell passers-by all the time that the coming years are no longer an extension of the harvest season, but also a test to be faced in severe winter.