I like the most about the beauty of autumn, the world is quiet and the world is peaceful.
The flowers and trees are clear, and the mountains and rivers are moist. A touch of the light of the sky is fascinated by the secrets of autumn, making people unable to help but pursue traces. Walking through the time we have been infected, feeling the beauty of autumn, and my heart is gradually captured.
Autumn, a painting of mountains and rivers makes people shy and blinded.
like this sentence: "My heart is a wind chime hanging on the eaves of the seventh-story tower. It's a reminder, one is rising and falling."
This heart is attracted by the birds in the forest. They are light in shape and draw beautiful arcs. The forest was playing and making pleasant sounds. This beautiful melody was composed by a group of birds, singing and laughing in the forest, so lively! Suddenly there was a moment when I couldn't tell whether my heart was about freedom or was moved by the flowing beauty.
Looking up, it was not withered, but full of joy. The sycamore trees in the mountains have vigorous branches, clinging branches and scattered branches and leaves. It has experienced the dead trees in spring, the prosperity of summer, and the dark autumn scenery has also retained the demeanor of an elder, exuding its unique charm in the cold wind of late autumn.
From a distance, the spreading lotus is shimmering on the water surface, half withering and half full of vitality. At this time, beauty is vicissitudes, thinness is heavy, simple and complex. Step by step, lotus flowers grow step by step, pretending to be crazy and drunk, and using the last trace of pride to express the unstained heart.
The rolling mountains quietly accommodate every grass and tree, and the water flows and flowers bloom. As the wind floats, the weeping willows become more and more unrestrained in the mountains. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves, but the autumn wind in October is like scissors. At this moment, it was like a dream. The whispers of autumn and the spring were a little hard to tell.
Autumn evening and spring evening, a dream of mist and clouds. Time sneaks away, but we only leave us with feelings.
The last touch of autumn will finally draw a dazzling stroke. Hold this corner of your heart and fill it with your thoughts. The moonlight is thousands of feet high and there is a lot of tenderness. And you and I have experienced ups and downs in our vicissitudes of life.
At this time, I imagined myself as wind and rain. He also secretly compared himself to falling flowers and flowing water. Jingjing merges with them, turning a distant thought into a moving story. Perhaps, at this moment, the heart has the taste of freedom.
Bai Luomei once said: "There are always some people who have made new ideas about ordinary days and have written the simple years into poems."
It turns out that there is more than one appearance in the world. There are always people who live what we want. They dare to describe the days in a sound and joyful way, and they are full of joy and color. Although time is silent, the ups and downs of the world have never passed away.
In the time when autumn is about to pass, looking through the poems of literati and poets, the fragrance still radiates in the pen.
Wang Bo once said: "The water is gone, and the cold pond is clear, the smoke is condensed, and the evening mountains are purple."
Zhang Sheng wrote: "The countryside is like a painting, and the scenery is free and elegant towards autumn."
Nikita Sternescu also described this way: "Autumn is coming, what can you use to cover my heart. Use the shadow of the tree, or preferably your shadow."
We feel the charm of autumn in these pens, and we also want to write the pen to leave the last mist. As before, even if I have exhausted my pen and ink, I cannot describe this simple passing years. The last touch of poetry remains in the afterglow of autumn. I think that little empathy may represent my feelings.
Think about myself before, and I never stopped in any season. I never had a emotional mind and walked hand in hand with Qiuyun. Now, in the years of stumble, I have slowly learned to search and gradually learned to realize it.
A hundred flavors of life gradually surfaced under the description of time. Life looks different.
Once, I was furious and wanted to walk around the world. I also want to have a corner of my heart and properly place my soul. But I never thought that I would be pushed forward by time, greatly reducing my dreams, lingering in the world, and pursuing them hard.
Yes, how can life be so satisfactory? How can there be so many satisfactions? Just like this autumn is trying its best to maintain the last bit of joy, it cannot withstand the change of seasons.
Life is unpretentious, and time is peaceful. We walk on the road of life, observe the bright and dark colors, hear the cicadas and birds chirping, taste the prosperity of the past, and welcome the day to come. The autumn is soaking the passing years.
May we be greedy for the last look of grace in late autumn, leave a intoxicating look, and welcome the glitter of the years.
Tugenali: Meet Li Jing’s signed author, likes reading, loves writing, and is good at singing. May life be in poetry, live towards the sun, and move forward in pursuit of dreams. Personal official account: Flowing Dream
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