Because I woke up early in the morning, I pushed open the curtains and the cool breeze was blowing. Only then did I feel the autumn wind blowing and the autumn night was cool. Listen to the wind and rain alone in front of the window. The rain hits the treetops and leaves bring sorrow. Another year of autumn leaves are yellow, and autumn rain and cool.
A leaf falls, half of the tree turns yellow, and you will know autumn after thousands of miles. The autumn rain comes, and the fierce summer is drizzling. It is no longer the scorching heat, no longer the harsh cicadas. The late autumn comes quietly with fruits and golden. After the swaying of the wind and the baptism of the rain, it quietly fades away, and a scene of leaves and trees being hard to leave. The yard is golden and flowing along with the water. With the attachment to the alternating seasons, it is yellow and haggard, slowly changing its appearance, unloading the curtain, and reluctantly bid farewell to the mortal world on earth. This is the changing seasons, and what remains unchanged is the beautiful memories and the light fragrance of the passing years.
It is autumn, the autumn wind sweeps away the pornographic leaves, the clouds are light and the wind is light and the spirit is refreshed. It’s autumn again, and the autumn rain is drizzling! I buried my head alone at the desk and wrote down my favor for the autumn rain, autumn wind and autumn leaves. The autumn rain ticks, the autumn wind sings, and the autumn leaves sing, but there is no accompaniment and chanting of the cicada. The autumn night is the autumn wind and the autumn rain are fast, and the autumn is cool and the autumn leaves are thin.
This is the last farewell and entanglement between trees and leaves, and it is also the last charity, love and tenderness of each other after the passion. I reluctantly leave, farewell to the autumn leaves in tears, say goodbye to the faint sorrow, say goodbye to the once confused longing and dependence! Suddenly, I sighed again that the cycle of life and the passing passengers in life are in a hurry, ups and downs.
Life is like a song, the years are vicissitudes, but life is like dust! When the autumn wind blows down the last leaf, the dust turns into soil, giving birth to a new round of glory of life, and life begins a new cycle of reincarnation, and ours is in this cycle of reincarnation!
In the autumn wind and rain, the leaves are golden, as if wrinkled by wind and rain. The culture and meridians are clearly visible, and they are drooping everywhere, and the air is filled with the smell of autumn and the breath of autumn. It is like this vicissitudes of life, such as this kind of life, some are in youth, and some are old, and they are persistent and struggling in this bleak season, never stopping, too late to breathe or confess.
Leaves gently leave the branches, with dead branches and decaying leaves, autumn rain beats, singing a flowing desolate elegy, passing through a curtain of autumn rain, opening the doors of autumn, feeling the gentleness and grace of this autumn, not being shocked by honor and disgrace, and the thoughts of a summer are silent, flying happily in the sound of wind and rain.
I breathe the coolness that penetrates my heart and spleen. Listen, the autumn rain seems to be singing, singing the sweetest songs in the four seasons; look, the autumn wind seems to be dancing, dancing the most beautiful dance music in the four seasons; think, the autumn colors seem to be standing at the intersection of autumn, waving to me, the ground is golden, fruits are abundant, and the harvest is in sight, and the farmyard is full of joy everywhere.
Summer goes to autumn, prosperity falls, and flowers bloom and bloom. Every season comes as scheduled, carrying a sacred sacred sacred mission. Whether she likes, is bored, is irritable, or is comfortable. She comes graceful and elegant, and she always leaves her face calmly and chooses calmly.
Add a coat, one step closer to the depth of autumn. All year round, we always walk by in a hurry, whether it is the hope of spring, the passion of summer, whether it is the heavyness of autumn, or the silence of winter, we welcome and send off all seasons in a sense of comfort. Isn’t life like this? There is melancholy, confusion, joy, glory, confusion, and rogue. In the long river of life with all kinds of flavors, we can cultivate a sense of openness and leisure. This reward of nature to life allows us to deeply understand how we can perceive the splendor of spring, the abundant summer, the fruits of autumn, and the accumulation of winter without experiencing the withering and harshness of autumn and winter.
Sparrows of raindrops float on the umbrella, and thoughts linger in the pen. The autumn wind, autumn rain and autumn are thick and strong. I really want to open the umbrella and walk on like this, holding an umbrella and autumn scenery, holding an umbrella and surround the autumn season alone.
Independent high-rise buildings, late autumn in the rain, like a long corridor of autumn paintings, with clear views, and the water droplets on the leaves whistling autumn rain. Who is depicting the beautiful scenery in the rain through the rain? This rain love is sometimes vertical, sometimes swaying with the autumn wind. The autumn rain that nourishes all things is a heart-speaking, a confession, and a release of feelings.
Autumn rain accompanied by autumn wind, the autumn scenery is even stronger. Outside the window, I only heard the grass chirping, the moon shadows first appeared, the leaves fell frost, and it was quiet late at night, the sound of wind and rain became more rapid, and the coolness was bursting. Such an autumn night and such a state of mind are only suitable for dancing with the autumn wind and rain outside the window. The autumn rain entrusts the yellow life to ginkgo, mails the harvest to maple leaves, fans away the heat and brings coolness. Autumn is a season of joy. Autumn hides fruits and seeds in the farmyard, indicating the hope for the coming year and entrusting the harvest and joy.
The alternation of the four seasons is the cycle of time, the wonderfulness of nature, and the endless pursuit and eternity of life!
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