Autumn thoughts

I stand in the wind when I stare at the harvest in the golden autumn on the day when fallen leaves are flying. Taste the rhythm of autumn wind and the thoughts of rain carefully with eyes and soul. There is an impulse of life and passion of youth in the fervent chest. Walking on the slanting path of the mountain paved by fallen leaves alone, I was showering the afterglow of the setting sun. The sky in autumn was always so deep, high-eyed and mysterious, which made me yearn for. The Wild Geese flying south were still flying alone! The high mountains in the distance also changed their former costumes and put on colorful dresses, one next to the other in the setting sun. Stepping into the Paradise of childhood, the dream was no longer so pure. The breeze came from outside the mountain, leaving a few lines of sad verses carelessly! Only the flowing water sang the unchanging song passing by under my feet, and then rushed to the distance. Pick up the fallen leaves at the root and feel its former beauty. A hard sense of loss and sadness once again filled the gap in my heart. This fiery leaf gathered all my thoughts. Where should it be sent? The breeze is gentle and the water is flowing. The night came quietly unconsciously. I can’t hesitate any more. I belong to the mountain and need me here. Why should I be sentimental about the colorful and colorful lights outside the mountain? In fact, there are also flowers and green willows embracing each other here, so let all thoughts fall into the running water, or settle down or flow far away. The dim light lit up in the night. I wrapped my clothes tightly and walked towards the low room to purify the children in the mountain who were seeking knowledge and drinking from the most glorious career under the sun. I this life the non-regret chooses.

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