Unconsciously, it is already late autumn.
A gust of wind blew and it felt chilly. Leaves are flying in the wind, turning yellow one by one. The sun suddenly dodged, so gentle and elegant. In the warm sunshine, a group of students in school uniforms are running to school. ...
At this time, I always have a feeling that I have seen this scene in my dream, but I can't remember the specific time. Maybe it's too real, once that lovely village has been vividly remembered. One meter of sunshine is reflected from the white clouds. It's nice to have a sunny autumn!
Walking on the road, enjoying the first sunshine in the morning is so bright and warm. Poets always like to sigh in the warmth of late autumn. Is it because of desolation, sadness, beauty or something else? The late autumn season is a sentimental season. "Searching, empty, miserable. It is the most difficult to rest when it is warm and cold. " I wonder how many Li Qingzhao's "searching and searching, being cold and clear" will be? Perhaps only Li Can Da, a poet in late autumn, wrote such a melancholy poem.
"Cut constantly, also disorderly, is sorrow. Don't be a general taste, in my heart. " Unconsciously, I came to a remote on the boulevard and watched the falling leaves scattered on the piled leaves, which kept rising and rising again. Stepping on fallen leaves is like rubbing the pen tip on paper, and the sand rustles gently. The sun shone through the shade of the tree and shed a touch of yellow. The leaves on the ground are shining with golden light, just like a golden carpet on the ground.
Sitting on the golden carpet, staring at the crumbling leaves on the treetops, it is already very quiet around. The leaves brought by the wind are beating the fragments in my memory, and the mosaic is no longer a complete picture.
In the late autumn of this city, there will occasionally be a quiet and peaceful corner, just like the tree-lined path where I am. I gently closed my eyes and felt the breeze blowing across my face. I forgot the pressure of running around and living. I just want to enjoy this moment and enjoy my peace. The joy on my face and the breeze on my face seem to touch my face gently.
Trunks on both sides of the road are clearly visible. She faded her golden dress. She is waiting, waiting for the baptism of an autumn rain.
I regret the first ray of sunshine in late autumn, but it is a pity that it can't be put into my pocket, so I can only have a panoramic view and put it in the deepest part of my memory.
In late autumn, there may be too much nostalgia and a little hope. It is late autumn now, and it will be another season in a few days. Reluctant to leave beautifully, I picked up a few leaves nearby and stuffed them into my pocket. I think I can keep it forever. After all, the beauty of late autumn has been deeply engraved in my heart.
It's already late autumn, but it's also late autumn ...