The Millennium is frost.
The dew in the morning is cold, a little biting, and then turns into frost until the world is bare. The autumn water is long, the smoke is bright and the mountains are purple, and the water is cold.
In the north, autumn is brilliant gold. Whether it's the ears of wheat in Shendian, the stalwart corn, the full soybeans or the vigorous sorghum. After the autumn wind, everything is real. Children like to run on the threshing floor and hide under the oak tree. When they are tired, they lie on the hillside, looking up at the clouds in Wan Li and looking forward to the distance. Qiu Chan faint ear, cool wind rustling.
How mysterious the changes of the four seasons are. Day after day, year after year, the tide rises and falls, flowers bloom and fall, and spring seeds and autumn harvests alternate. Giving up is for stronger growth, and dying is for more splendid bloom. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. This is the incomplete beauty and light of hope that nature gives to every living thing.
Autumn has never come for the first time, nor will it be the last time. People are always looking for limited freshness and happiness in a slightly monotonous life. The difference is that some souls are good at living a different tune in these monotonous and ordinary lives, cherishing their own gains and growing constantly. Don't forget your initiative, remember Hatsune Hatsune Hatsune, indulge in mountains and rivers, and roam the rivers and lakes.
At every intersection, stop and look back at the direction when you come; At every node of life, stop and think about where to go. Life also has four reciprocating seasons, ups and downs. What have you left behind and gained from the most important people who have appeared, and those years of flooding with gold? Who is far away and who is around?
Autumn is the harvest season. We should be optimistic about our harvest, even if it is less, it is also the result of our efforts. This autumn is beautiful, and we are still looking forward to the next more beautiful autumn!
Give this poem to my lover again:
I don't know when it started.
The air is full of the smell of harvest.
Maturity always comes at the right time.
Drive away all sadness and anxiety.
Through the glass, light rain scattered on a roof.
I seem to see the girl in the rainy lane in April
A blue shirt.
From cold spring breeze to autumn water.
All seasons are charming colors.
But because of your appearance, it has become more gorgeous.
Oats decorated it, and it decorated you.
You decorated the rivers and mountains of Wan Li.
May love be as warm as wheat.
Associated with the autumn harvest
The whole winter.
Advance with indomitable will