Autumn is coming, and the autumn wind blows away the yellow leaves, making the clouds light and the wind light, refreshing. It's autumn again, and the autumn rain is falling! I buried myself in front of my desk and wrote down my concerns about this autumn rain, autumn wind and autumn leaves. Autumn rain ticks, autumn wind sings and autumn leaves groan, but there is no cicada accompaniment and singing. Autumn night autumn wind and autumn rain are urgent, autumn is cool and autumn is thin and autumn leaves are yellow.
This is the last farewell and lingering between trees and leaves, and also the last charity, love and tenderness after passion. I can't bear to part with the autumn leaves, bid farewell to the faint sadness, and bid farewell to the lost thoughts and dependence! Suddenly sigh, this life cycle, passers-by between life, in a hurry, ups and downs are not easy.