At the end of September, it is another sunny day. Get up early, walk around, see the sky is high and the clouds are quiet, and see the quiet beauty of autumn.
I think, wading through the wet grass tips of dewdrops, passing through the fruitful persimmon trees, watching the reeds dancing in the wind, and the wild chrysanthemums with faint fragrance. I knew that they must be waiting by the roadside, smiling sweetly!
Time is running non-stop, and you can’t delay your busyness and leisure. This season’s ginkgo yellow, frost leaves red, and osmanthus fragrance!
Autumn is indeed beautiful. The oncoming wind is just the right temperature, as if it has blown from previous years, with a little melancholy and a little warmth.
stands on the lintel of late autumn. Some people have passed by along the way, and some things are floating in the wind. If there are traces in the memory, if there are traces, they should be the beautiful youth.
Time is lush, seasons are reincarnated, and the scenery along those paths seems familiar, but time has changed!
From "to forcefully talk about sorrow for giving new words" to now "It's cool and autumn."
Flick the dust full of memory, say goodbye to the years when white clothes are better than snow, the fireworks are plain faces in the sky, and meet words in the fireworks, and be tactful and grateful in the fireworks.
How many thoughts in autumn, how many cool things are in the wind, who blows down the colorful ground in the twilight of autumn, who warms the story of the past in the ups and downs of life?
Thanks to the years, the stable life, and the warm days of fireworks are enough to make me love this world that lasts forever!
2022.09.30
