Autumn

Inadvertently, I turned around and met autumn again. She was always so beautiful and beautiful, especially after a trickle rain, which showed her calm and elegant temperament. In my eyes, she is more beautiful than Xi Shi, more charming and more graceful than Zhaojun. Maybe I can say that in this world, her beauty, her beauty, her style and tenderness are incomparable, which surprised her four seats. What about Helen and Venus, Hepburn and Monroe? I admit that they are human creatures with various styles. However, they are either imperfect or too rich and vulgar. There are pure and natural, splendid and fragrant, elegant and free and easy autumn. However, as for the bad taste, it is even more comparable to human and non-matter. Yes, the beauty of autumn is like a three-dimensional long axis. No matter its lines or colors, it makes people feel ashamed in front of her. Her connotation, cultivation, moral character, tolerance and tolerance are all natural and appropriate. The sky is high and the clouds are light, the chrysanthemum is picked in the East fence, the rain hits the plantain, the Reed floc is flying, the Orange Island, the mountains are red all over the world, the empty valley is Orchid, the Milky Way is bright, the wild boats are, where is the scenery, which leaf style is not romantic, showing the hero’s true color? No wonder Zi ‘An, the head of the four outstanding figures in the early Tang Dynasty, blurted out uncontrollably: The sunset glow and the lonely flock fly together, and the Autumn Water is the same color as the sky! What a lonely man flocking to Qi Fei and the sky. He brought the whole autumn to the world, and at the same time, he released the whole taste of autumn incisively and vividly. At this time, close your eyes or listen to them. I think that in your heart, the tide will rise and fall, and your thoughts will roll, flying under the blue sky and white clouds together with the feathers of memory and the fallen leaves flying outside the window. I remember that when I was a child, there was a song sung like this: white clouds floating in the blue sky, and horses running under the white clouds. This song has passed for thirty or forty years, but now I am still familiar with it, not only use melodious whistle to blow, but also sing loudly from time to time. Besides being catchy, there is another more important reason, that is, it is related to autumn, and the things related to autumn have aroused great enthusiasm and devotion in my life, which may be due to my temperament, or the date of my birth corresponds to this. In short, the unexpected encounter between life and autumn is unknown whether it is God’s will or whether she will bring the same flavor to my life. But anyway, the beauty and yearning, expectation and hope of autumn can always make my mood happy and release through singing! I even doubted whether I was born to fall, or how could I love her so much. Her smiles touched my eyebrows and thoughts and saw the blue sky and white clouds, I just think of my mind, see a leaf, I think of the season and reincarnation of life, besides, seeing the sunrise, the moon, the rain and the window flood reminded me of the past years, the roads I had gone through, the experiences I had experienced, and the various and numerous things in my life. Now my life is sitting in the arms of autumn. I can’t help devoting myself to the grass, trees, bricks and tiles. Whether the taste of that season or the taste of life, it would make me haggle over every penny and hold it to my heart. Yes, love autumn is just like a lover. It is because of this that I like to haggle over every ounce, to be bitter, to go to the west building alone without words, to see the end of the world, and to sit on the shoulder of the years, listening to The Lonely Shepherd, of course, life encounters such a season, it is more suitable for a person to go to the seaside or study behind closed doors, in a cup of afternoon tea, improvisational performance of a moonlight sonata or the seaside da Liya is also a choice to sing with autumn. If there is sunshine or drizzle outside the window at this moment, there are both kinds of scenery, and there is no doubt that the impact brought to the soul of life will definitely make you forget and unforgettable. After all, the taste of autumn always makes life chew and ponder endlessly! Or from ancient times to today, how could there be so many literati and poets expressing their feelings and singing by themselves? When will the moon come? Ask the sky about the wine. I don’t know the palace in the sky. I hope that people will last long and live together for thousands of miles. This is a well-known classic work about autumn. Its author is a well-known Dongpo layman, and his writing, painting and calligraphy, or the taste of life are perfectly reflected through his works. Of course, if it can be matched with a pot of wine and chimes, it will certainly coincide with autumn. It was night, and the moonlight was like water. I was walking on the winding riverside, and the sky was quiet. The scattered star and Ke floated on the river surface, and the wind blew, like a fallen leaf, I prepared the ship of language to drive on the calm water, and was filled with the autumn wind and autumn smell flying across the road. I felt particularly comfortable and happy. From the distance, frogs and insects sang, which was a beautiful moment, what a cool breeze and a bright moon, but it is a pity that I think of a word in my heart: but the weather is cold and the autumn is good! At present, it is the White Dew solar terms. I feel a little coolness when I sit on the riverside for a long time, which is refreshing and comfortable for me who is afraid of heat. I took out the accented harmonica I carried with me and played a song of my favorite wild goose flying south, with my mood Dancing with the wild goose. How I wish my life could be like a wild goose in my favorite season, even lingering, but I know that life is always limited, and Wild Goose is no exception. Yes, since God created me and gave me a fresh life, it is reasonable to cherish everything at present. It’s late at night, the sky is far away, people are quiet, and the smell of autumn is getting stronger and stronger

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