□ Forest
The golden breeze is refreshing, and the color of autumn is like a rainbow. When we
When you look at it silently, it is already autumn in October.
Look at us quietly like a cat with open eyes.
The gaze of autumn makes us think deeply.
This skillful look makes us golden persimmons in the wind.
We begin to mature in this season.
This is Shan Ye's natural and romantic concept of love.
When autumn pursues her colorful dreams.
We are cherishing the best time.
We are above autumn and love is above us.
Maybe autumn will never understand why.
We will give up this beautiful autumn scenery and leave quietly with love.
We don't understand why.
We just glanced at Miss Qiu.
Our hearts are drunk. ...
When the fruit ripens, love begins to ripen.
Now let the wind lead the way for our love in autumn.
Red leaves are more romantic in the season without roses.
Shake down this tree full of thoughts under your gaze.
Our persimmon-like love is coming.
Don't look back, don't look back. Autumn is chasing me.
Look at it and you will never forget it.
Don't look back, don't look back. Love is waiting for you ahead.
I'm afraid I'll never leave this garden again.
Ah, autumn, let's fall together in your poetic gaze. ...
Walking in Autumn (Poetry)
Author: Ang Lee
Autumn transcends all adjectives.
Eliminate those complicated things in the feeling.
I left some bleak words and pictures.
True autumn is characterized by quiet soil and fragrant wind.
Touch my toes and cheeks.
It looks unusually peaceful in silence.
The crazy songs of Super Girl have faded away.
There is no better atmosphere.
Makes me feel practical and intoxicated.
Sad leaves fall in the ridicule of the wind.
Ripe fruit hangs in the glory of the land.
The colorful past has been etched in memory.
The love of roots is purer.
Let thoughts permeate the depths of this field.
Let life relax to the utmost extent.
There is a light in the tranquility of the sky and the earth.
In my sight, in my blood.
There is no need for any artificial gestures and sounds at this moment.
The clarity of autumn brings me closer to myself.
Autumn of books, autumn of memory.
Melody and imaginary autumn
In fact, it is not the autumn of my flesh and blood.
To really enter autumn, you must use all the tentacles of your soul.
Grab the dirt, grab the ears of wheat, grab it.
Heavy objects under clouds.
Walk slowly in the autumn
The warmth of sunshine is endless.
Step over some hay and rotten leaves
Footsteps are full of hope.
I choose an angle to stare at the distance.
Autumn is in my heart.