just right
The surging climax stage
Autumn is the brush of the wind.
Immersed in the color of the sun
A picture painted in the heart
Autumn is a child born in the heat.
Get out of the field.
Hatched from great sweat.
Autumn is a warm and profound philosopher.
Studied spring and summer.
I still like the golden color of this place.
Sorghum ears are everywhere in autumn.
The fiery red color fills people's eyes.
It also inspired romantic feelings.
Autumn is thick wine.
It only takes one bite to penetrate the bone marrow completely.
I still like what I say when I'm drunk.
In autumn, an old man walks on the ridge.
Savor the harvest carefully
The charming smell of the fields.
Autumn is the parturient after labor pains.
Rest quietly.
Waiting for the first cry of new life
Go back to autumn and drink autumn.
Life is always so leisurely.
My poems are as heavy as fruit.
autumn
lake
Autumn is deep.
God's home
The eagles are gathering.
God's hometown
Eagles can talk.
Wang is writing a poem.
Autumn in this world is getting deeper and deeper.
I haven't got what I deserve.
What has been lost has been lost.