Autumn wind, cold.
Twilight, vast.
Yellow leaves dot the branches, and the desolate grass leaves blank space.
The stream is gentle, and the past is hidden in the dust.
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The road is yellow, fat, green and thin, and the withered lotus in the pond is slanted. Deep in autumn, the west wind withered over the green trees, the fallen leaves covered the stone steps, the clouds and water filled the world, and the reeds were green. There is the beauty of tranquility and the realm of Zen...
The alleys of time, the past scatters into the clouds and smoke, old friends go far away, the flowing light is fleeting, and youth never returns. The old trees set in the sun, and the mountains and fields are deserted and cold. There is a clear and cold taste, and it also has a plain taste...
alone at dusk, leaning quietly on the autumn scenery. A tree of mist awakens the softness of silence, and a reed wind brings the long-lost fragrance. Close your eyes and concentrate, and you can touch the rhyme of light and touch the murmurs in your heart...
play the piano through the flowing water, reed flowers swaying, and in the quiet moment, encounter the most beautiful joy. Remove the fatigue of your body, abandon the troubles of the world, return to your true self, and listen to the sound of life...
life is like a dream, changing the world. When you pass through the wind, rain, mud, and through the joys and sorrows, when you look back suddenly at the end of autumn, you realize that the one you have always ignored is not someone else, but a strong self...
distant mountains are like dark black, endless. Just like the long-clogged thoughts in my heart, they slowly spread out, from noisy to tranquility, from messy to order, from vague to clear, from pale to fullness...
sky light and cloud shadows, wandering at will. It draws into confusing eyes and evades the dull mood. The sunset in the sky gradually fades away, leaving only a colorful memory to decorate the quiet heart city...
moon bright and stars sparse.
Late autumn, thin thoughts.
Dancing the spring flowers and autumn moons, and enjoying the scenery of the four seasons.
Don’t ask about the idle things in life, and cultivate the mind of clouds and water.
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