The dusty memory is stained with the heavy weight of wind and frost, and the persistent thoughts are also constantly increasing the air conditioning and darkness in the heart in the fog of late autumn. Late autumn is like a picture of life, releasing the beauty and wonderful bloom of life, waiting for the next reincarnation with a peaceful mind.
Life is a lifetime, and the plants and trees are in autumn. Autumn is a calm and heavy, a quiet and calmness away from the hustle and bustle. Perhaps autumn shows us not the passing of life, but tells us that one life withering is not the end, but the beginning of another season of life that nature gives birth to.
Autumn is quiet and beautiful, ethereal, the wind blows away the once impetuous and shallow, and the autumn frost covers the once glitz and frustration. Autumn is not just a sorrow written by literati and poets, but also a heavy harvest and a new expectation.
Autumn is about to leave us. The warmth of a maple red, the fullness of a fallen leaf, the fullness of a seed, and the heavy cycle of a season is the thick color of autumn. Looking at the autumn sun scattered on your shoulders in the sky, with the tranquility of the day and the softness of the wind, I want to hear and tell you, don’t change the main color of smiles to loneliness, you are the most beautiful picture in the four seasons...
