In the crisp autumn season, it is always easy for people to shake off their deep memories, and they will always inadvertently think of those people and things, and will unfold the long scroll of years and meditate on the deepest scars in life. A gust of autumn wind blows, and the heart lake is already a butterfly, with a little light, flooding into a river of acacia, quietly flowing through the sky in August. Perhaps the fallen leaves on the ground touched my thoughts. Is life going through a process of birth, illness, death and brilliant decline? Is separation an irreversible ending of life? I bent down to pick up a fallen leaf and dust it off. In the sunset, I saw the quiet beauty of fallen leaves. I didn't grieve for my own decline, didn't strive for anything, didn't fearlessly spare anything, and longed to be integrated with the earth at the moment of falling.
Outside the window, the autumn rain is falling, which not only moistens the air, but also explains a kind of mood. Tick-tock sounds like a pianist playing the autumn rhythm. Leaning on the hillside in a trance, listening to the tinkling of running water, putting thousands of thoughts in nature. It is no longer the sadness of "it rains in the middle of the night on the plane leaves, especially in the world", nor does it hurt the loneliness of autumn. I would like to use this autumn rain to pour down my dripping feelings one by one, so that even sadness can be properly adjusted in this season. Autumn rain will touch your heart, autumn wind will send you eyes full of yearning, and autumn sunshine will melt the loneliness in your heart. In this season, autumn is no longer a season of sadness, but also the sweetness brought by missing, as well as the reverie and expectation for autumn.
On the path covered with fallen leaves, holding hands with you, bathing in the golden sunset, occasionally looking up at each other, reaching out and straightening out the hair blown by the wind, listening to the sound of stepping on fallen leaves. That is an autumn love song. Autumn is not all sadness, but also beauty and wind and rain! The moment the autumn leaves fell, the tree never doubted the deep affection of the leaves for it. Even if it falls, it will fall beside the tree and turn into a dust, quietly accompanying it.
When summer takes away its heat and heat, autumn brings a cool season. Seasonal time always takes away many things, such as time, mood, unlike appearance. The only thing I can't take away is the deep-rooted attachment in this season, a love that I can't turn around and leave. Autumn is a charming scenery. When the light passes through the cracks in the trees and falls on my body, my heart suddenly becomes bright and warm. Poetry is like an angel with wings, dancing with graceful posture and intoxicated in autumn!