Autumn is always a sentimental season. It is not as energetic as spring, not as vibrant as summer, and not as pink and beautiful as winter. It is lonely and sad.
This is not its fault, it’s just that the desolation of the fallen leaves makes its beauty eclipse. Although it is beautiful, it is quiet and noisy, but this beauty brings with it a somewhat sad look. The weather is a bit cold and the wind is a bit strong. This autumn of fallen leaves is leaving.
This is not its fault, but the withering of the flowers makes its sweetness lose its taste. It is sweet, but its sweetness is bitter. The green leaves and flowers grow with it, but they pay for their own short-term beauty.
This is not its fault, it is just the withering of the grass that makes it lose its beauty. It is beautiful, but its beauty is very fragile, and you may destroy its beauty inadvertently.
It is just a process of everything being renewed again, but it always makes people sad, the geese flying north, the leaves falling, the flowers withering... Everything seems to be yellowing, old, fallen, and broken.
Even some chrysanthemums in full bloom look pale in front of this. They bloom in this autumn, just like mocking the lives that have passed away. Ridicule their resignation to fate. Flowers bloom and fade. The cycle of life of flowers seems to be like this. Can they change their destiny? No one can know, after all, we are not flowers. But I think they also want to live longer and longer so that more and more people can smell their fragrance. Their withering is just for the sake of new growth and becoming more beautiful.
Autumn is a kind of sad beauty, which exists in life, around and on campus.