Was it the purple swallows that returned late that brought this rain? From the fence door leakage into the wind, blowing away the forehead of the condensation of sadness, more will be in front of the courtyard of the osmanthus tree shaking the full yard fragrance. Pick the curtain and look down, the brick patio, a pool of coolness. A cluster of graceful bananas, slightly tilted to support an umbrella, standing in the center of the sky bowl; umbrella leaves on the clear drops overflowing with misty light, mapping out a kind of elegant temperament, like a white-collar beauty to return home by night. A wind brushed her cold cheeks, her shoulders then slightly shrugged, the round rain drops from the umbrella leaves pouring down, fell on the green stone board issued a cold splash. In this mossy, not see masonry marks under the steps, a pompey begonia along with the rain, such as the Prime out of a watery rainy season.
The heat has dissipated, the fall has come; the osmanthus has bloomed, the red England has fallen. Occasionally, a falling leaf from the window, without realizing it, will quietly change the season's score. Years so monotonously cycle back and forth, for the rotation of life, or blossom and fall of love, this monotonous cycle is so thrilling and evocative. And the passage of time and years, seasons and emotions ` variations, more or less let a person have a kind of helpless feeling, Fangzhi time is not to return, the heart can not help but issue: the dead like sigh!
However, when you see the golden ears of grain, a row of overlapping rows of clusters in front of your eyes, hear the harvest season of laughter and singing a burst after a burst of rippling echo in the valley, you will still be a few autumn bugs and feel the sadness of the bleak song? When you see the thousands of mountains red all over the Dan leaves, a wave chasing a wave of surging red passion, hear the wind through the maple forest flicked ten thousand leaves of the sound of a wave of rhyme resounded through a wave in your ears for a long time to linger, you will also be a few pieces of fallen leaves withered and feel sorry for it? When you stand on the top of the mountain facing a new round of magnificent sunrise, will be dipped in the sunshine in the body and mind, listening to the stream murmuring spring of life, you will still be a few decadent scenery and feel depressed? Although there are bleak autumn mornings with the words, "The red and green are fading, and things are going out of fashion," there are also rare evenings with the words, "The sunset sun flies with the overdrive, and the autumn water is the same color as the long sky. Even though there is a sad picture of autumn with the sound of autumn on the trees and the cold colors on the mountains, there is also the beauty of autumn with the words, "It is the best time of the year to remember the beauty of orange, yellow, and green". The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that with the help of your own personal computer. Under the grape arbor still sits that good-looking person, the hand of the needle and thread in the brocade handkerchief through the red and green, stitch by stitch embroidered her pure love of poetry. Whistling from afar, whose mind was disturbed? The blush of her face, like the small persimmons hanging on the tree, through the blush of charm.
September Fusang, it has grown taller. Autumn winds of the soft, has blown not scattered it just opened when the delicate red. And the lingering autumn rain, has quietly dipped open the snowy white of the wood hibiscus, it gently trembled: look, the vast fields.
Fields in silence, even if a bird skimming the field, the shock of the wings can call the echo of the mountain. Listen, the maple forest wave-like response, such as the tail end of the flute, so that the notes of the sunset in the sky stirred up a thousand tides. There is the sound of falling leaves rustling around your feet, but the flow of sound in the empty valley is still stirring in your mind.
Autumn is not only a beautiful picture, but also a musical feast; listen to a leaf on the dew droplets hit the sound of the heart; murmuring streams singing joy; rain petals murmur whispering inseparable love; the wind in the fallen leaves tell the lingering; that song that one and not make your heart for the shock, touched, and warmth, and let you tearful it?
Listen to it, whose soft fingers, strumming the strings of the fall? The melodious sound of the strings in the Qinhuai River splashed wrinkled ripples, brimming with the night of Jiangnan; listen, who stands in the mountains, blowing a bamboo? Who drove a herd of cattle and sheep back to the fence, treading the quiet moon of the Autumn River; listen again, and who wrapped the drums around his waist and struck the throat of autumn on the high slopes of the loess? Albatross longing for the dream in the waist between the glittering dance, jumping passionate hot life ......
If the spring is like a flamboyant little girl, summer is a bit of the wind and splendor of the two-eighths of the beauty, then, the fall is just like a charm of the elegant woman; look at the banana autumn wave frequently; the okra children's A smile and knit knit; onion orchids of the quiet elegance; chrysanthemums of the proud fragrance of the cold; that a cluster of that one does not make you for the heart, infatuation, and attachment, and let you think about it?
See, who held a cluster of moonflower, placed in front of your book window? The languid and fluttering fragrance of the flowers earlier than the sun woke up your dreams, let you scoop up the fragrance of the fruit of the stomach; look, who picked a leaf of orchid elegance, don't in your lingerie in front of the chest? Red Dandan cheongsam in the dusk fluttering with the ambiguity of autumn colors, overflowing with orchid-like dream; look, and who dipped into the autumn begonias dewdrops, stained your lips red? High-heeled shoes lilting through the flower bed in September, thrown down all the way to the appendix lights, all the way to the dark fragrance of the shadows ......
The warm sun's smile hangs in your lazy waking dream, caressing the scalding red forehead. Outside of the fall, still falling flowers like rain, drip drip drip have fallen, filling the heart of the crisscrossing road gullies. Those who seem to have appeared in the wind and flowers in some of the lingering, those who seem to have been exposed in the poetry and song of some of the attachment, such as a piece of falling leaves, in the memory of sketching out the thoughts of the veins, an article, a piece of the same, dark and light, which consists of a colorful and colorful beautiful chapter.
A sound of a sycamore leaves a sound of autumn, a curtain of rain flowers a ground red. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. Gazing at the colorful season, the heart clusters with a piece of tenderness. The light support shoulder is still intoxicated, is that the traces of red. Hiding in the fall of the dream, such as a piece of petals occasionally picked up, clamped in the folds of the diary, for the love of the collection of an eternity of beauty. And then smiled and said to himself, flowers are beautiful, flowers are also drunk, why only focus on the flowers with tears of the poignant, but do not know the remnants of the red is still to understand the meaning of love. As the old saying goes: "The east is gone, the west is not late". The season is so, life is like this. So, let me in a clear wind and full moon,釆 pick a few mulberry leaves for tea, hand as a calabash, with a warm finger dipping a chrysanthemum dew into the agar jelly, make a pot of fragrant flower tea, and learn that the Buddha Buddha flicked a smile of calm, sitting on the two sides of the time, savoring the age of the vicissitudes of life left in their own. Or find a rainy night, sit quietly under the window, listen to the rain beating the ground leaves chanting, let their hearts slowly cozy, intoxicated, and intoxicated.
Autumn color is like a brocade, prosperous world like flowers!