Autumn Love

The sky was blue with clouds and the ground was covered with yellow leaves. The autumn scenery was like a continuous wave, and the cold smoke was green on the waves. The mountains reflect the setting sun and the sky meets the water. The fragrant grass is heartless and beyond the setting sun." In such a poem, I began my date with autumn. In such a season, the thoughts of the lake had already rippled out of the lake. Perhaps my words grew wings and flew gently to your side with the autumn wind, kissing your cold face, caressing your long hair like a waterfall, and whispering in your ears. The fallen leaves filled with lovesickness brought the soft intestines of August to your dreams. Perhaps the breath of autumn had infected my heart, gently opening the window of my heart, and slowly stepping into the palace of autumn with the blessing of you.

The autumn season always made it easy for people to shake the memories in the depths of their hearts out of their hearts. They would always inadvertently think of those people and those things. They would unfold the long scroll of time and quietly think about the deepest traces in their lives. A gust of autumn wind blew, and the lake in his heart was already filled with butterflies. The ripples of light flooded into a river of yearning, quietly flowing through the August sky. Perhaps the fallen leaves on the ground touched my thoughts. Must life go through a process of life and death, glory and withering? Was separation an irreversible ending in life? I bent down to pick up a fallen leaf and brushed off the dust on it. Under the glow of the setting sun, I saw the quiet beauty of the fallen leaf. I didn't grieve over my own withering, didn't fight for anything, and didn't fearlessly stint on anything. The moment I fell, I yearned to become one with the earth.

Outside the window, the autumn rain continued. The pitter-patter not only moistened the air, but also explained the mood. The dripping sound was like a zither player playing the rhythm of autumn. Reclining beside the mountain in a trance, listening to the jingle of the flowing water, putting thousands of emotions into nature. It was no longer the melancholy of " the rain on the parasol leaves in the third watch, don't be a sorrow in the world ", nor was it the loneliness of hurting autumn. I would like to borrow this ladle of autumn rain to splash my dripping feelings one by one. Even the sadness in this season is just right. The autumn rain would linger in one's mind, the autumn wind would send away the longing in one's eyes, and the autumn sun would melt the loneliness in one's heart. In such a season, autumn was no longer a season of sadness. There was also the sweetness brought by longing, as well as the reverie and expectation of autumn.

On the path covered with fallen leaves, holding hands with you, bathing in the golden sunset, occasionally looking up at each other, reaching out to straighten out the hair that was blown by the wind, listening to the sound of stepping on the fallen leaves, it was a love song of autumn. Autumn was not only sorrowful, but also beautiful when it came to wind and rain! The moment the autumn leaves fell, the tree never doubted Ye's deep love for it. Even if it drifted, it would still fall beside the tree and turn into dust, quietly accompanying the tree.

When summer took away its heat and heat, autumn brought a season of coolness. The time of the season would always take away many things, such as time, mood, and appearance. The only thing that could not be taken away was the yearning that had taken root in this season, a love that was so thick that it could not be melted. Autumn was a charming scenery. When the rays of light penetrated the gaps of the trees and fell on the body, the heart suddenly became bright and warm. The poem was like an angel with wings, dancing its beautiful body and intoxicated with autumn!

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