Walk in early autumn wind

Walk in early autumn wind

A summer heat was still hanging over my body. The cold drizzle and the cool breeze between the heaven and the Earth were already informing me of the coming of autumn. Autumn always comes unconsciously. In the evening, walking alone on the long river bank, the cool wind stirred up inexplicable thoughts. Walking in the wind of early autumn, let the autumn wind blow my long hair, let the Autumn Water slide across my fingers …… ear, like cicadas singing ceaselessly, looking up at the pure blue sky, looking at the unpredictable, floating Clouds, my thoughts fly in the autumn wind. In the four seasons, I only love autumn, and I like to linger in the autumn wind, driving a boat alone to the center of the water, not to look for Lotus, just to quietly listen to the whispers of autumn, feel the autumn color and charm quietly. Opening the ancient poems, the ancient people said countless wonderful words about sad autumn, hurting autumn and reciting autumn. The silver candle described by the ancients was painted on the cold autumn light screen, and the light Luo small fan was quiet and quiet, and the silent one went to the west building alone. The lonely Phoenix Tree was locked in the deep courtyard of the Qing autumn. The Moon was falling and the sky was, jiangfeng fishing Fire’s sorrow and sorrow for sorrow and sleep made me feel more pity and nostalgia for autumn. Sunset glow and solitary fades fly together, Autumn Water is the same color of the human quatrains, unfolded is a pair of beautiful autumn scenery, this autumn scenery makes countless people deeply intoxicated and addicted to it. Nowadays, I love autumn most. What I love is no longer the feeling of sadness and scene damage in ancient poems. What I love is the unique feeling of idle clouds and wild cranes and the tranquil and distant feeling of autumn. I fall in love with autumn, fall in love with the branches and leaves, plants and trees in autumn. Although there is no catkin singing warbler in spring, no cicadas in summer and no snow dancing in winter, there is her vigorous autumn and fragrant osmanthus fragrance in autumn. I love the indifference of autumn, and I love the profound autumn. In my mind, autumn is a clear and graceful poem, a colorful painting, a graceful and melodious song, and an intriguing dream. Many people who walk into the autumn scenery will become poetic, romantic and affectionate unconsciously, just like me. In autumn, the sky in the south of the Yangtze River is particularly blue and pure. The idle clouds in the sky in autumn seem so leisurely and quiet. The leisurely flow of the idle clouds seems to be far away from the world, it is always indifferent to the hustle and bustle of the secular world. Oh, it seems that the idle cloud is really coming and going without worries. I talk to the idle cloud in silence and listen to its inner voice quietly. In Jiangnan, if spring rain gives people a sense of reverie and hazy beauty, and summer rain bursts give people a cool and comfortable smoothness, then, in the autumn rain in Jiangnan, you will find that compared with spring rain and summer rain, autumn rain is more lingering, more missing and more clear and quiet beauty. Every autumn, I always like wandering in the autumn rain. I expect the continuous autumn rain to come unexpectedly. I like the rhythm of autumn rain, and I prefer the charm of autumn rain, because autumn rain always brings me hope and aftertaste. It rains, and the melody of autumn is flying among the rain. Who says that autumn rain is ruthless? The sound of autumn rain is like a lute singer playing a melodious song, which makes me not tired of listening enough. The maple leaves in autumn remind me of a poem written by the ancients. Parking and sitting in the maple forest night, the frost leaves are red in the February flowers. Maple red, full of a little lovesickness, in fantasy, the maple leaves full of Autumn thoughts are swaying in the wind again. I really want to string the maple leaves full of autumn words into beautiful wind chimes, hang them in the window of missing and shake with the wind. When the autumn wind blows, the leaves fly, falling in a variety of colors, fallen leaves dance like butterflies all over the sky, pieces of fallen leaves dance with the wind, slowly and quietly falling, leaf rhyme is so elegant, leaf dance is so floating. In the field of autumn, there are rice waves dancing, sorghum red and chrysanthemum blooming …… autumn is thick and full of fruits. In the Symphony of autumn and the sound of autumn, people can pick up colorful notes, enjoy the joy of harvest. The beauty of autumn is different. I think who really tastes and understands autumn will surely fall in love with autumn like me. The endless autumn scenery, the endless autumn light, I read her thousands of times, thousands of times, never tired! I really want to keep Autumn. I am reluctant to let autumn go far. This autumn, I must collect a lot of beautiful fallen leaves. I will write poems on the fallen leaves, carefully outline them, put the fallen leaves together into pictures, and make them into pictures, so as to make autumn rhyme and autumn color, autumn scenery and autumn dreams stay forever, never Fade. The wind messed up my flowing long hair, carrying the skirt, I thought about it all the way, and my thoughts went through the fairy tale of autumn, unwilling to return. Staying under the willow tree, the bell of the remote Temple came leisurely. I looked around and saw that there seemed to be smoke rising in the extreme sight. Oh, my home was close at hand. 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