The most beautiful thing about time is autumn. The sky is high and the clouds are light, the scenery is long, and the reeds are green, and the quiet rhyme of the ancient poem opens up the beauty of the world. It was a splendor of red leaves, and the faint autumn breeze was slight

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The most beautiful thing about time is autumn. The sky is high and the clouds are light, the scenery is long, and the reeds are green, and the quiet rhyme of the ancient poem opens up the beauty of the world. It was a splendor of red leaves, and the faint autumn breeze was slightly cool, but it warmed our hearts. The most beautiful love is companionship, as plain as water, never leaving. Your oath is like a rock, and my wife is like a reed, portraying the most touching story. The sadness in the poem leaves behind the persistence in our lives. In fact, sometimes I often think that if spring is the romance of love and summer is the passion of love, then autumn may be the tranquility of love. It’s like a couple who have gone from meeting each other and then being with each other. After those sweet days, they finally incorporated love into this water-like daily life.

The most beautiful thing about time is autumn. The sky is high and the clouds are light, the scenery is long, and the reeds are green, and the quiet rhyme of the ancient poem opens up the beauty of the world. It was a splendor of red leaves, and the faint autumn breeze was slight - DayDayNews

Some people say that this is love losing its initial passion, but when we calm down and think about it, love is sometimes like a flower, and there is no blooming all the time, but it is all the dullness that comes to the end, and then quietly watch the simplest happiness around us. So there are those love stories about autumn, and so there are those true loves that are not passionate but are just touched when we speak word by word but are moved to tears.

The most beautiful thing about time is autumn. The sky is high and the clouds are light, the scenery is long, and the reeds are green, and the quiet rhyme of the ancient poem opens up the beauty of the world. It was a splendor of red leaves, and the faint autumn breeze was slight - DayDayNews

Life is a long journey, and the same is true for love. The poet said, "If life was just like the first meeting, why would the autumn wind be sad about painting a fan?" But I don’t agree with it. I love you at first sight and accompany you all my life. I believe we can easily make our own judgments when choosing between the two. Maybe these are those loves that can withstand the rustling autumn wind. Quiet and peaceful, peaceful and lasting. Maybe in the end, we have already faded like a cup of clear water, but when I hold you up, I still feel the warmth and refreshing heart. Looking back, the minute and second I walked record the little things together. Looking forward, we will still walk through the years and years in those future times.

The most beautiful thing about time is autumn. The sky is high and the clouds are light, the scenery is long, and the reeds are green, and the quiet rhyme of the ancient poem opens up the beauty of the world. It was a splendor of red leaves, and the faint autumn breeze was slight - DayDayNews

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