The footsteps of autumn always ring inadvertently. Just a wisp of wind blows, and it may be that autumn gently crosses the threshold of time. The gentle wind greets us, "Hi, hello, my time is here, good autumn!"
This is another season of autumn, there are always greetings of autumn, but when you walk into this autumn, why do you always feel a little sad when you hear the word autumn?
A leaf knows autumn, a leaf shocks autumn, only a leaf shallow, but has different depth, that is the pouring of love into the leaves, that is the feeling of the leaves entering the heart, only a leaf, that understands the waiting of autumn, that is the longing written on the ferry of autumn, that is the autumn time is already full of autumn colors in the heart.
Thought is a leaf, thought is a leaf that becomes thought. In this autumn time, the clear and shallow one is time, and the heavy one is looking back. Reading a leaf in your hand and feeling the autumn sorrow that has been around for thousands of years, does it have a kind of nostalgia for time? Does it remind you of the homesickness of "the wind blows a leaf, and all things are already shocked by autumn"?
A stroke falls autumn leaves, one leaf is already caring. This is the feeling of reading autumn in the pen, a kind of tears flowing in the nostalgia, a kind of parting and looking back, the writing cannot be finished, the heart is filled with waiting for the fallen leaves to return to the roots. A leaf disturbed the sorrow of homesickness, and a leaf filled the poet's autumn.
Another season of autumn. When the breeze blows, a yellow leaf leaves off the branches and falls gently. Although it is just a slight leaf, it makes the eyes full of autumn. At the moment when the leaves fall, all things realize that autumn has come. Autumn is here, autumn is here quietly!
In this autumn night, a poet was alone in a foreign land, tears wet his homesickness. Thinking of the distant hometown, many autumns have endured the torment of deep homesickness. It’s autumn again, and it’s autumn again. My heart has become sorrowful. I can only look at the moon and tears flowing. I don’t know the people in the distant hometown. Do you know how many waiting are there in my homesickness?
The night is getting thicker and thicker. Facing the gentle wind blowing, facing the moonlight, when and where is the end of my long parting? Just like this leaf, when can it stop drifting and when can it fall back to its roots? Thinking so much, I am not as good as the old man fishing by the stream. I envy his leisure and freedom.
Thoughts are long and thoughts are long and long. A leaf falls shocks the homesickness, and only this waiting in the autumn scenery is left. How to collect it?
A cup of autumn ink, a wet mark of tears, understand the fall of a leaf, understand the sorrow that is here, and the deep autumn thoughts, and only the deep autumn feeling.
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