overnight, the temperature in the city changed the temperature. Today's morning mist and coldness have quietly entered the second month of the year's countdown ~ November !
Time series has completed the harvest and beauty of October. The last hot autumn is also a donation and officially leave. Because, next, Dong is about to appear.
The first week of November is also the last week of late autumn.
"You must remember the good scenery of the year, the most orange, yellow, orange and green." There is a saying, "Autumn is deep, winter is coming, and the cold is getting thicker, please add clothes."
An autumn rain and a cold. There is a hint of autumn coolness in the air. I feel the rhyme of autumn happily. I copy it lightly on the album of the seasons, gradually presenting the beautiful and fragrant scene of autumn.
Autumn is getting deeper and deeper. If early autumn is the softness of the wind, then this moment is the autumn fragrance of the rain falling.
Osmanthus is the autumn fragrance of this season, and the beauty of the whole autumn. The little yellow petals clustered together are so cute. When you smell it, you will be filled with fragrance. No matter what kind of thoughts I have, my smile will overflow when I smell the fragrance of osmanthus.
A night of wind blowing, and a little chilling in the air. Slowly walking in the late autumn rain. In front of me is a curtain of dreams, half a roll of idle sorrow. Perhaps, tomorrow, the flowers will fall, and the ground will be scattered. The footsteps of autumn are flying in the wind.
Flowers bloom and fall in front of the courtyard, and they remain the same every year. The clouds roll in the sky, and the intention to leave is not left. The warmth and coldness of the world have gradually seen through it, and the willful footsteps will no longer wander. Therefore, choose a quiet corner, build a fence, plant chrysanthemums, and spend the spring and autumn of a lifetime.
Autumn is just brewing a pot of good tea, bid farewell to the summer heat and welcome the last good time in late autumn.
Turn off your phone for the time being and forget about trivial matters. The green color of the Qingming Festival, or a yellow chrysanthemum blooming in the water, there is always a pot of tea with seasonal greetings, listening to you properly, or looking at each other silently, looking through the windows at the outdoor landscape, and listening to the resonance of life at a certain moment.
Time just dizzy in the eyes, thoughts, and climbing up the wall of my heart, remembering the tranquility of the past.
It’s cold, and I say in the autumn wind: "Autumn is deep, winter is coming, and the cold is getting thicker, please add clothes" .
