The Feeling of Riding in the Autumn Morning is an original poem written by Luo Ying, which is too sad to describe.

Mouth-to-mouth "Random thoughts on riding in the early morning of autumn"

Text/Luo Ying (Yun Tong, China)

Boundless autumn colors rise with the wind, which makes me sad beyond description.

Move your wet eyes to other places, and the morning dew will tip the grass.

When riding a bike in the morning, I suddenly saw the autumn wind, and the plants on the roadside rustled. Feel inexplicably sad. As a rational person, it is inevitable that spring hurts autumn because of the alternation of seasons. Human feelings can always be linked with everything in nature. A grass, a tree, a flower and a butterfly, a word and a song, a scene and a painting can all touch people's hearts. I don't know when, sudden sadness will arise spontaneously and there is no solution.