October in the ancient city of the plateau, looking around, the bleak leaves are full of autumn colors, the bleak leaves are blushing, and the clear leaf veins are visible, trembling in the autumn wind, as if singing the elegy of the season. The green that stretches on the north and south mountains has not yet been swallowed by the cold wind, and the cold dew in the cycle of reincarnation has arrived as scheduled. The cold dew is like a cold and beautiful girl, with beautiful charm, hitting people's hearts, and the graceful posture brings "cold dew" in a graceful manner, and a faint cold air rises from the graceful posture. Ah, are you walking faster in autumn? You can’t help but savor the beautiful scenery of autumn. The falling yellow leaves can’t help but fly.
The cold dew in Xining is full of white clouds, the clouds are like white gauze curtains that cover the dazzling eyes, the mottled autumn colors of the distant mountains are like poetry and picturesque, and the slowly falling yellow leaves rolling on the road with the wind, adding a bit of sadness to autumn. The early morning was filled with a little cold autumn wind, which blew away the cloudy sky, and the white clouds like cotton , and the balls were spread all over the sky. Occasionally, I hear the birds chirping through the air, and the wind penetrates into my body through the gaps in my clothes, bringing a hint of coolness. The cold dew makes us feel the first intention of the cold coming.
Life is like a running train, running in the twenty-four chapters of a year. Spring, summer, autumn and winter are like passing clouds, slipping away in an instant without leaving a trace of fantasy and distractions. I often feel panic. Where has time gone, and the years often flow silently, with regret, unwillingness, and with emotion.
Spring and autumn fruits, seasons reincarnation, this is the law of nature and also the echo of natural creatures. I often feel a lot of emotion in doubt. Human life is like grass on the grassland in the cycle of time, experiencing pregnancy, growth, blossom, fruit, aging and death. The cold dew, with the vicissitudes of autumn colors and the aging of life, often feels the meaning of life, feels sad about the flashes of last year, and feels deeply helpless about the passing of time.
