In autumn, I remembered your prose again.

I stared at the distant Nanshan, and the smoky past loomed in my mind. Crucially, thoughts, like fallen leaves, fall to the ground and become ruins.

I met you in the most beautiful autumn. Let's make an appointment to travel together and see the scenery in autumn. Go to autumn, to find the color and beauty of autumn! That expectation keeps me awake at night. That anxiety made me wake up early.

That autumn morning, I got close to nature and approached you.

The weeping willows in the East Lake hang straight. There is no graceful willow at all! The pool is full of residual lotus, silent in the bleak autumn wind. It seems to be recalling the glory of summer! It's just that ancient meteorite, telling a long history.

According to ancient legend, Zuo planted it on his way to Xinjiang to resist Japan. Then Liu Xu, I wonder if Lin Zexu, the hero of smoking ban in Humen, planted it himself!

Only the inscription of "Xi Yu Ting Ji" is clearly visible. It is said that Su Dongpo is an official here, praying for rain for the people. A timely rain lifted the drought. Su Dongpo bowed down again and made this article.

Occasionally, I looked up and saw the brilliant red leaves of that tree in the distance. Suddenly, the bleak autumn colors of East Lake were dyed with festive colors. It also makes East Lake full of vitality and vitality!

Just like in the first month of this year, the East Lake in the heavy snow accidentally met a splendid Huangmei tree, which gave me the same feeling!

Autumn is full of drunkenness. Red leaves float and yellow leaves fall. Mature wild fruit, in the branches of distant mountains, in the swift Weihe River, is talking about autumn harvest. Being drunk all over Shan Ye is fascinating.

Look at the mountains and plains, the mountains are all dyed, and the mountains are so magical and beautiful! Even a painter may not produce such brilliant beauty!

There are too many thoughts in my heart. Say what?

A thick layer of fallen leaves under your feet. Step on it and rustle. The mountains are covered with red leaves in different shapes, some are round and some are oval. How can there be no red leaves with memories? The red leaves of "love as always" have long since disappeared!

The red leaves have fallen and the clouds have gone with the wind!

On the hillside of Jinlong Mountain, the red leaves on both sides are in full bloom and colorful. I seem to be walking in the picture of my dream, along the mountain road, towards my dream future! The blue sky seemed to smile at me that day; The white clouds on the other side of the sky seem to be waving to me steeply.

I bent down to pick up a piece of red leaves, which were covered with stains. Is that the mark left by the injury of red leaves? Will red leaves hurt like people? The falling red leaves, turned into ashes and melted into the soil, are for the colorful coming year?

In the rain, occasionally one or two leaves fall gently. Wet leaves, lying quietly on the ground, silent. Life just vanished silently.

A gust of autumn wind blew and the leaves fell. I don't know if she is attached to the embrace of the earth, or if she stands on a branch and falls in love with the tenderness of a tree.

Falling leaves in the rain are helpless? Still attached?

The splendor of autumn lost its former style in the autumn wind and autumn rain!

I met you in a beautiful autumn day and walked hand in hand through a brilliant day. Walking with you, we rode bicycles, leaving Qianshan to go with the wind. How many songs and laughter accompanied me through my youth!

Time flies, time flies. How many wonderful memories have been woven!

I stared at the distant Nanshan, and the smoky past loomed in my mind.

Autumn, I think of you again! Missing, like a fallen leaf, falls into mourning.