Nature has also lost its sensitivity to seasonal changes and won't care too much.
At 2: 47 pm in mid-October, I got on the train to Huaibei. At 6 o'clock in the morning, it was a little bright. I opened my eyes and looked wearily at the morning color outside the window. There are yellow ears of rice in all places where rice is planted, and the color of harvest brings the joy of growers for a year. The old woman with a cloth on her head has already started farming. A chill came over my face, and the autumn fog in the forest blocked many scenery. It's all white, and I feel like I'm on the plateau, and there are yellow weeds near the tracks.
This is autumn. I didn't notice the change in autumn when I got on the bus, but I only remembered the month and date. When this cool autumn wrapped around my body, I realized that autumn had already come. This may be the reason why I am too familiar with the city where I live, and forget that this city also has autumn.
From Huaibei to Nanjing, it was dusk when crossing the Nanjing Yangtze River Bridge.
The setting sun shines brilliantly on the river, and the sails are far and near. Missing autumn is going back and forth thousands of miles away, and autumn water and days are rustling. A river wind blew, and it was still waiting for the Yuejiang Tower on the shore. Olivia recalled the autumn when she stepped on fallen leaves in her memory, which was very pleasant. I don't know if I'm drunk or drunk. At first glance, I enjoyed the sadness of rustling autumn scenery outside the window. The tall phoenix tree covered the setting sun, and the smiling face walked slowly, making the city I was crossing strange and familiar. It turns out that I live in such a beautiful and gentle city. I feel that every passing tree is so kind. Although it is yellow, most of it is green.
I think both Crescent Lake and Biwa Lake are in autumn. The city walls are towering, the lake is raining, the leaves are falling, and Wan Li geese fly south. Red leaves fall into the lake, pavilions ripple, and autumn rain rises to the green platform. Who cares about Huang Die?
In ancient poems, the beauty of autumn is very bleak. Autumn has been bleak, and autumn rain is always used to add more autumn worries. But in my eyes, autumn in Nanjing today is really beautiful. Even if the flowers and leaves fall, I would like to wither and wither together.
People's life and environment are not perfect. Have to go through spring, summer and autumn. This is not a pity. It is often the most beautiful hug they have ever experienced, and they will understand it when they grow up. I don't care that the green hills cover the last ray of sunshine, because I can see the last moment of the sunset, which is the most enchanting and beautiful, the last fallen leaf in my life. Turn yellow. Like a yellowed photo full of thoughts, crazy thoughts go back to a certain month, but they are old acquaintances.
I still remember that there will be one or two wild roses left on the open wall of Crescent Lake, and an old man looks at the autumn leaves in the autumn wind. At that time, he was also heartbroken, and the autumn wind worried about the rain. Now with the passage of time, I know that the elderly are the happiest. I know that there are always some unforgettable things in people's lives, and the rose that withered in the corner is the unforgettable memory. Memories of this autumn in old age should not be sad. Beauty has its flaws, and flaws are beauty. You are a girl in spring and a charming woman in autumn.
Autumn in Nanjing, I love your beautiful face. The so-called Iraqis are in the middle of the water.