Suddenly

Late Autumn, a flash of rain sprinkles on the pavilion. The Sill chrysanthemum is sparse, the well Wu is messy, causing residual smoke. Sad, Wangjiang pass, flying clouds dim sunset. Song Yu felt sad at that time, facing the water and climbing the mountain. The pedestrians were sad and tired to listen to the long water flowing. The cicada is singing the fallen leaves, and the grass is declining, and the corresponding noise is loud. A Song of late autumn written by Liu Yong described the late autumn vividly and blended the scene. I always like autumn, especially late autumn, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the moon is soft and the wind is light, everything is quiet and beautiful, as if living in fairyland. I like this season, especially the brightness of late autumn, the maturity of late autumn and the sorrow of late autumn. It is estimated that this feeling is very similar to the sadness in my heart, and there is a slight sadness hidden in the graceful and restrained. A gust of wind blows from the lake, soft, light, withered residual Lotus is swaying with the wind, floating leaves are swimming around the lake; Some flowers begin to fade, and petals are scattered in the air, there was a faint lingering fragrance; The phoenix trees on the roadside began to shake off the yellow leaves, falling on the ground one by one, adding a few faint desolation to this autumn. Is: wordless alone on West Building, month hook, lonely Indus Shen yuan lock clear autumn. There are many poems and sorrows when flowers fall on the ground. At this moment, I can’t see the osmanthus anymore. The intoxicating fragrance of the other day has disappeared. I searched in the wind, but I didn’t smell the bleak cold blowing out from the cold, it seems to be a signal from late autumn: suddenly autumn is deep! It is not too much to describe this time with the word “cold and clear autumn”. The feeling that forced into the bottom of my heart, with a withered breath and a little bitterness, adds a lot of colors to the previous words, my thoughts passed through the water of the reeds and across the shore. I don’t know that sadness, but have I ever drifted through that window tonight? Those mottled past events, those flowers blossoming and falling, all became the mark of years. After all, they could not achieve a satisfactory result. They could only fill up a poem and continue to write a story. They could only make a period of time to be quiet and beautiful, and. Thinking of this, I smiled. In fact, missing is also a kind of beauty. Fortunately, everything can be as you wish, but in the corner of the heart, quietly, for a long time, put a name. Even if the time is too late, what about Sijun’s white head! In late autumn, it was always a little thin and cold, but my heart was warm again in my palm. I wanted to write some simple words, but I didn’t write about Fengyue or you, but after writing down, I still provoked the lovesickness on the paper. When writing down, I wrote your name and painted it, just draw your face. Those once beautiful and warm are vivid in my mind. I can only fly with the breeze of late autumn. Wish a person’s heart, the white head will not be separated, this is the hope of many people’s heart, and how many people can not reach the dream. Standing at the intersection of late autumn, I suddenly realized that holding the possession in my hands was much more real and appropriate than being far away. Walking in the twilight and late autumn, I gradually experienced the unique beauty of this season, which was not only half fragrant and half thin, but also a hint of hope all the way in the setting sun. Close your eyes and think, life is like this. There are always some imperfections that will follow you. But please don’t complain or sigh. Just listen to the sound of flowers falling quietly, you can hear happiness calling you: a thin coat, a wisp of sunset, the softness of the face blown by the wind, and the fragrance of food. This is beautiful, and this is enough! I don’t know when the sky gets dark. The moon has risen up to the sky quietly, and the clear glow shines on the Phoenix Tree Forest in front of the door, spilling out the ground with tiny wisps. I stood in the moonlight, listening to the silent tears of the frost under the moon, watching the chill spreading over the treetop of the Phoenix Tree, scraping down a few yellow leaves and stepping on the rustling sound. I couldn’t help sighing: After the rustling leaves withered, the rustling face was pale. The wind gently kissed the fallen leaves, leaving a deep feeling. In the depth of time, the moon seemed to shake. The night gets colder, and the Autumn gets deeper. Poet Haizi said: in this world, autumn is deep, what should be obtained has not yet been obtained, and what should be lost has already been lost. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

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