The years are uncountable, and it is winter in a hurry. From the beginning of a leaf to the end of a cold rain, autumn is over.
Looking through the notes, I found that I really love autumn.
The streamer never stays because of sadness and joy, lowers his eyebrows and raises his head, and it is late autumn.
An autumn rain and a cold, red decay and green are reduced!
It seems that yesterday was still the freshness of the cinnamon fragrance of the new yellow city of Wutong, after a cold rain, it was the sadness of the evening frost crossing the withered trees, the autumn rain and autumn wind were terrible, and the dry lotus was left to listen to the sound of the rain.
In the cycle of the seasons, who laid the foreshadowing for the early autumn, and who made the prelude to the beginning of winter?
Leaning on the West Building alone, listening to the whispers of Gu Hong, drinking the West Wind Spirits into the throat, I am willing to share your sorrows with you!
2023.10.7 Autumn Essays.
If you want to write about shallow autumn, you can't just write about shallow autumn.
I want to write that the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the geese flying in the south are bursting, and I don't see the old people!
If you want to write about shallow autumn, you can't just write about Takayanagi and cicadas.
To write about the red decay and green reduction, the blossoming of things, and the tears of desire to flow first!
If you want to write about shallow autumn, you can't just write about the new yellow cinnamon incense of sycamore.
I want to write that after the drizzle and dusk, I am a little sad from people!
If you want to write about shallow autumn, you can't just write about the cool breeze XiXi the wrinkles of the lake.
I want to write about the frost and cold river, write about the moon setting and crying, and write about the sky to find the boat!
Write a white wall and green candle tea, and the Yiren is alone drunk and accompanied by a shadow!
Finally, I wrote that Mingyue does not know how to leave hatred and bitterness, and the oblique light is to dawn through Zhu Hu!
Let's go, autumn and autumn, autumn and autumn, sorrow and ......sorrow
2022.9.21 Autumn Essays.
Listen, the sound of the wind!
Away from the summer clouds, the cool breeze rises.
Autumn, although it was late, finally came. The most beautiful season is never absent.
There is less noise of cicadas and more of the flying of fallen leaves. Take the years as the note, take the golden wind as the pen, carry the jade dew as the ink, and fill in the words that belong to the shallow autumn.
The years and autumns are similar, but they are different from year to year. Last year, this sad autumn, this autumn back here!
2022.Asaka autumn essay.
Summer is passing slowly, autumn has arrived, a leaf falls, and the world is autumn. One turn, summer becomes a story, a look back, autumn becomes a landscape.
This season is a shallow autumn.
Pick a few fragrant osmanthus flowers.
Brew a tea and start a new story.
A cup of summer cicada, a cup of autumn moon.
There is also a cup to pay tribute to the long-lost autumn water and the past mountains and rivers.
2021.Autumn notes.
The arrival of an autumn rain announced the change of seasons, the fiery and high-profile summer was hit by a dense and soft autumn rain and fled, the autumn was not in a hurry, the clouds and the breeze came to us lightly, as scheduled.
2020.Autumn essays.
A faint yellow lamp, a cup of lightly fragrant tea, a thin book, leisurely and faintly flipping, lazy and lazy, as you like. At this moment, I don't mourn my life experiences, I don't sigh about the cold state of the world, and I don't talk about love and ......hatredJust put all the hustle and bustle in the sky, stay quietly with your true self, enjoy the time alone, and slowly release some of the obsessions that have not been stranded in the past with the autumn wind, so that your heart will be more peaceful and tranquil!
2020.Autumn whispers.
Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring.
The weather is clear and the wind is smooth. The golden wind is fine, and the osmanthus is fragrant. There is a unique scene in the riverside park in autumn, listening to the leaves and sycamores falling, and looking at the gusts of geese flying south. Standing near the river, enjoying the autumn water and the sky is the same color. Leaning on the railing alone, who sent the brocade book in the clouds!
2019.11.1 Autumn Riverside Park Essay.