Text/Fu Zhiyong
I prefer autumn to other seasons.
I like ...
That can break the air, bright orange sunshine.
Even the grass withered, the flowers fell, and the wind blew across the earth.
I like writing poems in autumn.
Write about my thirty years' fleeting time?
Write about my earthly happiness.
Write that the fallen leaves outside the window gradually cover the old things.
Autumn makes me look back?
But think about the future.
Prosperity and depression?
Does it mean another beginning of prosperity?
I am still me.
The difficulty of challenging the Jianghu alone.
Autumn is coming
I don't grieve or sigh.
I looked between the lines.
My sunshine, water and air.
I want to catch them.
Hold it in the palm of your hand
Hold in your arms.