(1) Autumn wind
The four seasons flow, waiting
The fragrance of cinnamon envelopes a city
It is too late to express gratitude for the generosity of the years
< p> Give a heavy gift to autumnThe wind delivers it diligently
A golden osmanthus flower falls playfully into the hair
It is a piece of time written Punctuation
Cannot be blown away, fingertips are slightly cool
Wind, it is wind
(2) Autumn rain
No hurry, no rush
The river of time will eventually flow here
It will carry some rain and some autumn coolness
It will also carry some clear and ageless eyes
The autumn water is slightly rippling, moving forward calmly
Don’t think about the future
Will it condense into ice or
Float all over the place
Just keep pattering all the way
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Dropping into the vast water of time
(3) Autumn Moon
How proud, the sky is high
The moonlight on the well platform shines through thousands of years
Broken, but shining brightly for half my life
You said that the gatherings and separations in life are as ordinary as day and night
Heart Ah, it is not a hard and cold stone
Even if it is a petrified seed
When the water of time flows through it
It is still as brilliant as yesterday
My `floral cloth is stained
Ancient patches of moonlight
(4) Autumn sun
In the distance, the sky is covered with decaying grass< /p>
Days as golden as sunflowers
The sun casts golden threads
Intertwined with time, lingering endlessly
I love the scenery of autumn< /p>
And from the wrinkled forehead
The rising free thoughts
The moment of looking up
All things are compassionate, the years are quiet and beautiful
(5) Qiu Temple
Listening to the scriptures, the voice is as pure as a lotus
Those flying eaves
evoke a series of ripples in the mood
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Those who embrace the scriptures
Walking barefoot on a life full of bruises
A little light, the sound of the bell is clearer
Put a fallen leaf in the book
From now on, the fragrance of Bodhi is immortal
The inescapable fate
becomes as simple as the eternal warmth and compassion
The ridgeline is winding and the vision is farther
(6) Autumn Thoughts
I still use such old words as ideals and beliefs
Contemporaries Keep speaking in monosyllables
The mind is racing, the wild horse is running wild
Destroying the classical mood
Ruining a beautiful autumn scene
In fact, we are just
Passing by time, passing by autumn
There is no need to be grudged and cold-eyed
There is no need to blame oneself and despair
Believe in everyone Morning, brand new
And radiant
(7) Autumn Harvest
Finally I can rest
My sickle is a little rusty< /p>
The rice is yellow and the persimmons are red on the branches
My smile
Inadvertently reveals my age
The ageless autumn song
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I sing with a hoarse throat
Year after year, year after year
A heart as vast as the grassland
In the harvest season , departure
2014-09-22