The autumn breeze is bleak, time flies, and the prosperity and withering of a season pass away quietly like a dream. The footsteps of winter, stepping on the aftermath of autumn, are quietly coming. The frost falls, the fog and dew condense, and the earth is bathed in the embrace of winter, peaceful and quiet.
Winter is coming, and it is silent and tells the change of seasons in a unique way. Everything seemed to slow down its breathing in this cold wind. However, it was just the notes of the years, so that everything was precipitated in silence.
In the streets and alleys, the flowers of the past have turned into fallen leaves. The golden ginkgo biloba leaves, picturesque, pave a golden carpet, guiding the footsteps of time. Pedestrians walk by, stepping on the fallen leaves, rustling, it is the melody of autumn going to winter.
The trees outside the window, the residual leaves on the branches, glowed golden in the winter sun. Those once verdant leaves are now calm and deep. It is the imprint of the years, the traces of the seasons, and the rhythm of life.
The ancients said: "Autumn moon and winter snow, spring flowers and summer rain." "Life is like four seasons, each season has a season of scenery, and a season has a season of stories. And winter, it's more like a quiet and deep poem. It is silent, but in a unique way, it interprets the introverted and deep nature of life.
In winter, people no longer show off, but choose to be quiet and restrained. It was a kind of calmness and calmness after experiencing the wind and rain. In the cold wind, people gather around the stove to keep warm, or drink tea and read, or talk and laugh. It is a kind of precipitation of years, and it is also a love of life.
Winter goes to spring, and the years come in cycles. However, in this cold winter day, we can still feel the warmth and tranquility from the heart. It is a portrayal of the quiet years, and it is also the endless love and expectation of life.