On the road of autumn, I picked up a fragrance of osmanthus. It was half hidden among the trees, waiting for the breeze to blow. Looking at it, it looked like the corner of the street where the setting sun was falling. Time was still shallow and warm. By the storm of birds, the fallen leaves were already silent.
It has never been as gorgeous as the flowers and rain, but it has also stacked the colors of the four seasons. Look, the yellowed ginkgo is rolled with the mottled time, and in the red maple on the branches, hides the thoughts of time.
No matter whether it is the complexity of life or the hustle and bustle of the world, it is far away from the tranquility of this corner. Only the shallow fragrance of osmanthus flowers floats gently from the branches, quietly swaying.
The breeze blows, and its fragrance is sometimes light and sometimes rich. I suddenly realize that I remember a period of old times. It comes from the ends of mountains, seas and the world, accompanied by the tenderness and laughter of the past.
Once upon a time, old friends met and laughed at the past of life, which was trivial and ordinary. This year's autumn colors became a little deeper. The fragrance of osmanthus flowers lightly started to think of it, and the thoughts became stronger in the cups. However, the autumn wind blew on the eyebrows, and the scenery of yesterday was gone, and there were no old people.
Autumn colors roll, the fragrance of osmanthus is sent to the distance. I picked up a few light-colored osmanthus flowers from the colorful land, gently sent them to the clouds, and wait for time to bring them to the distance. May those thousand words, turn into a touch of osmanthus fragrance, depicting the autumn scenery peacefully.
