Autumn,
is the colorful fallen flowers,
is the forest full of dyeing,
is the second spring,
At this time,
Every leaf is a flower.
Passing through the warmth of summer,
Fall is becoming more dignified and mature,
The sky is full of blue clouds and yellow leaves,
The fireworks on earth are in harmony,
Soothe each other's souls,
Without any makeup,
But everywhere is as poetic as picturesque.
Suddenly, a gust of autumn wind overturned the palette.
The world is covered with gentle red, orange and yellow,
only has a touch of green on the pine branches,
stubbornly refused to leave.
Birds also stand on the branches,
staring at the caramel-like late autumn.
The city poked its head out through the gaps of autumn,
Looking around in surprise,
Warm sun brings a golden place.
The veins of autumn,
extends in the stacked fallen leaves,
flutters among the paved branches,
mottled in the bright sky.
When the sun sets into Zhaozhao Hoshinori,
Twilight is as rich as oil paintings,
The sunset is crushed by time,
scattered on the paths in the forest and on the branches of the treetops,
The falling leaves are shaking,
gentle farewell to the years,
gently telling the sorrow of parting.
I don’t know autumn, but I know autumn is already cold.
The charming thing about autumn is that it is rare in a short and short time.
just stared at the fallen leaves for a while.
Then I felt that time was in a hurry.
had not felt it carefully yet.
winter came quietly.
A good life in the year must be remembered,
is the most orange and yellow when it is green.
This autumn,
is different from the past,
is as warm as before,
In the quiet autumn scenery,
All the past is worth remembering,
because the good scenery in the world is always there,
The scenery is free in people's hearts.
source/Chifeng Daily
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