It is probably because of the fallen leaves that the wind will become particularly visible in autumn. It is also because of the fallen leaves that these falling little things can easily make people entangle their thoughts.
In autumn, the sky is high and the wind is bright, and the words about autumn are also extremely gentle and sparse, which makes people feel happy when reading.
Today Autumn Equinox . We also shared autumn copywriting earlier, including clean and gentle, romantic and cute, but there are so many beautiful words, and when you meet someone you are moved by, I still want to share it with you.
/ Copywriter · Yimu
#Moment of being impressed by the text
"Autumn"
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If you ask me how much I miss it,
is not heavy, like the autumn leaves of a mountain
Autumn hike,
0 It is best to be lost and don’t know the way home.
The roadside is full of tall poplar ,
Countless fallen leaves where the wind passes
Just like a golden rain falling from the zenith.
My heart was shaken, and
Some poems surged into my heart.
You will never know,
The next broken fruit,
is the first bite of freshness in spring,
is the first bite of freshness in spring,
is the autumn farewell.
Autumn is the second spring,
At this time,
Each leaf is a flower.
says it is the sorrow of the lonely autumn, and
says it is the lovesickness of the distant sea.
If someone asks me about my worries,
I dare not say your name.
Autumn is dusk,
Boil bamboo leaves with chrysanthemums,
people and begonia are drunk.
Today's wind,
is the messenger of autumn,
sends a different kind of joy of ordinary life
Autumn sunshine is mellow and soft,
glittering at the top of the building,
shiny at the top of the building,
shimmering at the top of the building,
shimmering at the top of the building,
Rivers, woods, soft grasslands,
Clouds slowly drift from above
Autumn kneaded the old leaves,
Do you want to listen to a new story?
Quiet river water opens its eyes,
Smilingly said,
There are always people going home, there is always a shore leaving the ship.
Summer birds,
Flying to my window and sing, and flew away again.
The yellow leaves of autumn,
They have nothing to sing,
Just sighed and flew there.
