Autumn breeze, autumn rain, autumn coolness, autumn branches, autumn leaves and autumn grass are yellow. Can you hear the footsteps advancing in the wind and rain? The falling leaves are not bowing to the autumn wind. Look at its figure with fluttering clothes. I believe that Luohong is not a heartless thing. It is fighting for rebirth! The yellowing autumn grass is not bowing to the cold. Look at the figure dancing in the wind. It is also sowing the seeds of hope in its struggle. When the spring breeze picks up again, the greenery covering the sky will be its pride.
I once envied the gurgling water, which was cheerful and elegant. The waves hitting the rocks were its smiling face of struggle, and the clear world was filled with dreams of rushing to the sea. The nourished flowers and plants are also blooming on both sides of the bank, decorating the road ahead. I have never forgotten the group of wild geese flying across the blue sky. Although each flapping of their wings did not leave a trace on the sky, the sound of the struggle was left in the deepest heart. The passionate Jiangnan can give them warmth and move towards home. , the clouds also fly with them.
With a firm direction, dripping water also has the power to penetrate rocks. Choose an eternal goal and show the pace of struggle, like a gray moth flying towards the fire, willing to be a prisoner of the flames. What is swinging is your non-stop footsteps, what is whirling is your beautiful tassel. Who can tell what is sweet and what is bitter in the days of deep love? This is struggle.