Coming to an ideal country/For a while, I forgot whether I was looking for poetry in autumn/or looking for autumn in poetry/No matter what/The scenery here has softened my heart/soft as a pond in this autumn color Autumn water/
The high sky with faint clouds/The pedestrians on the road are sparse/Autumn wind stretches tender feelings in autumn/The yellow leaves on the branches are swaying in the autumn wind/Distant The flying bird fell gently on the branch/At the same time, it also brought the colors of autumn/The colorful autumn colors are so dreamy in this faint autumn/I forgot the time for a while/
I continue to walk / continue to search for autumn / switch between dream and reality / in my eyes / the earthen house in the country has the same color as the house in the city / because they are all vivid stories and vivid colors / are all past The memory and the hard work of the future/
I sit down quietly/watch this poetic autumn quietly/Look at the willows dancing in the mountains and the green lotus rippling in the water/Occasionally there are dragonflies Flew/clicked on the water surface/and the butterfly landed on the reed leaf/suddenly flew in another direction/red maple on the waterfront, cockscomb more burning/have never seen so The tall and majestic reed flower/
The autumn breeze is blowing, and I stand in front of a pond of green lotus / enjoy the charm of this autumn / the original transparency of life / just in this quiet autumn / so Warmth /
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