Looking forward to, looking forward to. Autumn wind is coming, and the footsteps of autumn are approaching.
Everything is like a gentle girl, smiling quietly. The sky is clear, the water is soft and the sunshine is subtle.
The leaves are covered with a coat silently, and they are yellow. On the path, in the field, look, it's yellow. On the quiet path, enjoy the bleak scenery and take some photos. The sky is so high and the leaves are so beautiful.
Osmanthus trees, maple trees and buttonwood trees all show their elegant demeanor with their lush and slightly deep vicissitudes. Yellow is like gold, red is like fire, and green is like jade, just like a picture carefully drawn by a painter. Birds are busy migrating, ants are busy gathering food, and some flowers quietly produce the most beautiful flowers. Osmanthus fragrans, hibiscus, daisies and some unknown flowers are all smiling proudly at the autumn wind.
The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough. Yes, the autumn wind adds a little bleak. The autumn wind is cool and breezy, and I get into people's open windows and caress people's cheeks, which brings a somewhat sad feeling. It is no more biting than the winter wind, no lazier than Xia Feng, and no more delicate than the spring breeze. It's sad and beautiful, it's desolate, and it's just rolled into people's hearts. Its profundity and melancholy, how much meditation and incomprehension did it silently interpret in autumn?
People don't seem to like autumn rain very much Autumn rain can't bring people a gentle feeling, it seems that it can't make people feel refreshed, and it can't take us to appreciate the beauty of snow. What it brings us is only the kind of heaviness that is caged in our hearts. People walked along the path with umbrellas and listened carefully to the sound of autumn rain. Rain falls on the umbrella, like the whisper of swallows, and like a gentle serenade. "Flowers are the most beautiful in fog", and soft flowers are shrouded in hazy water mist, which is beyond words.
The fruit on the tree is maturing, and the farmers on the ground are busy. They looked at the heavy fruits on the tree with relief, with a wide variety and dazzling array of things, and simply smiled with relief. People often say that "no pains, no gains", and efforts will eventually yield good results.
Autumn is like that young man, mature and steady, and he is struggling.
Autumn is like that slim girl, smiling gently.
Autumn is like an old man on his deathbed, telling us all kinds of life kindly and peacefully.