Autumn (selected writers)

Indeed, after the continuous autumn rain, there was a little bit more coolness in the air. Compared with the hot weather the day before, all of them gave me some happiness in return for my fidgety mood. A friend said: seasonal changes will affect people’s mood, and I think so. I prefer the coolness of autumn to the summer that makes people feel too hot to escape. Let alone the harvest in autumn, but in terms of autumn sky, autumn rain, autumn sun and autumn wind, it adds pleasant poetry to my empty heart. Looking at the blue sky as clear as washing, it seems to be higher, bluer and wider than before. A few white clouds float in the calm sky, making people’s hearts more calm; Listening to the rain in autumn, it seems to add some continuous memories to this colorful world. Its coming moistens the Earth, and the soft rain seems to give the Earth a touch of love; Look at the soft sun, warm but not hot, feel every ray of sunshine it shines, in every ray of sunshine it will burst out all kinds of power to promote the rapid growth of all things in the world, until it brought people fruitful results; The autumn wind was more fascinating, warm and affectionate, and the autumn wind mixed with refreshing coolness and slight warmth. It blows away the sweat on people’s foreheads, blows away the messy mood brought by the hot weather, blows away the flowers and plants full of seeds, blows off the leaves that shade and avoid heat in summer, it seems to blow the sadness of the trees, but it makes them have more children who return to their roots. I don’t know if I am destined for autumn? It is still because of the hot summer that I can’t lift my pen. Whenever autumn comes, I always have to take time to calm down and make up for the shortcomings in my heart by words. Whenever I am free, I will always be quiet in the reverie of autumn, indulged in the color of autumn and indulged in the harvest of autumn. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Bamboo morning evening

In the morning, the drizzle like smoke slowly fell down. The air is extremely fresh after the rain. The habit of strolling in the bamboo forest for many years is that the smell of green bamboo and the fragrance of grass pervade the whole forest and the breeze blows, and everything seems to be alive. The tedious life and the pressure of work are relieved and purified here. Wandering alone in the forest, looking for the dusk you once carved on the bamboo. Only with you can you understand the words and feel the true meaning of emotion. Now when I live alone in the bamboo forest, I touch every bamboo leaf and gently stroke every green bamboo, so I hold up my missing. When the night falls, the lights are turned off as usual, and the worm is in the corner of the sofa, recalling the gathering and separation of the world crazily. READ: In fact, you don’t have to worry about it. I just leaned against the window, facing the wind and blowing the movement I once played. In fact, you are just my passer, saying that there are memories of your past in my melancholy melody; On the blue sea, there is a warm watch. In fact, you don’t have to worry about it. I just leaned against the window and looked at the rain, looking at the past footprints. In fact, you are just my tears, slowly leaving my eyes; In the astringent light and shadow, we are watching for a long time …… separation. The bamboo forest is still as usual, but you …… once attached to this bamboo forest very much. The bamboo forest was oval, located at the foot of the undulating mountain, surrounded by green water, birds and flowers, and occasionally heard. Melodious songs flew over the other end of the mountain. How could the isolated paradise not make people linger. Attachment to bamboo forest is due to our too many memories. You took my hand and walked lightly on the gravel beside the forest. You are always talking about your ideal. I just look at you silently and nod my head gently. The leaves have turned yellow, and the autumn wind is slightly cool. You finally left for your ideal. But I don’t know the day you left, tears soaked half of your face, and your teeth were dyed red with blood. Your fists hit on a tree which has been growing for a long time, and the red blood flowed down from the tree pole …… from then on, the strangers flew apart. I watched the dusk day by day, brushed the dust and waited crazily. And I still shuttle through the bamboo forest. I am dancing with your shadow in the forest, and singing with you happily in time and space. Unconsciously, I saw you holding up my jaw with tears in your eyes, and told me affectionately that everything had not changed. You were still the dusk of the past and a person who could give me happiness. I was ecstatic and rushed over, threw myself into your arms and poured out. I stayed for you all the time in the evening. I woke up in a dream with tears all over my chest. Now, I am still watching the dusk in the bamboo forest. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…