Text/Xiaohong
I don’t know the geometry, the autumn mood has faded,
The autumn yellow gradually drifts away has been buried under the frost soil with the cooler climate.
The fragrance of the soil in autumn harvest has passed away faintly, retaining the deep affection in the ground, and suddenly reluctance to leave.
holds the passing years without mercy. He doesn't care that my hair will be dyed white by the frost and snow, and still lets the cold kiss me.
There is a cold moon in the left hand and frost and snow in the right hand. I use half of the setting sun to warm up the autumn light, let it warm the vicissitudes of life, and let the years not be desolate.
Autumn morning is already cold, and my heart is slightly cool. Time has never given the light of a lonely person.
It brings coldness and winter morning, but it cannot bring hot wind. I want to bask in the warm winter sun and overcome the cold frost.
Autumn has passed, the weather is cold, and occasionally there are fallen leaves accompanying the morning. The red leaves that penetrate the last ray of autumn wind have been permanently dyed my chest.
A piece of time passed, half a lifetime of mist and rain, those days that never met each other have been exiled, but my heart still guards the light in my heart.
Holding the scattered fallen leaves in my hand, I couldn't bear to let go, the withered and yellow still had a trace of sunshine. I even hope that the cold winter is coming and the years are safe.
Frostfall is here, and the vitality is powerless.
The gloomy sky blocks the warmth of the red leaves, a cold and a north wind make people feel cool.
Walking through layers of open ground, I saw the grassland that was lost due to the cold, and I actually wanted to hold Qiuyi tightly.
This autumn faded, and my heart didn't feel cold again. I placed all my hopes on the accumulation of energy hidden by the leaves and fear of the cold. It was no longer my original intention. The red leaves all over the mountains carried me to fulfill my mission.
Rain hits the window, the north wind attacks the room, the red leaves brush their faces to block the wind and frost for me, autumn goes and winter comes, my heart is firm, and the world is still with me.
Author/Xiaohong, those who like
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