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Autumn, a sad and romantic season
The wind, which sends off the hot summer, ushers in the golden autumn season.
The wind, blowing down the leaves, also inadvertently evoked people's homesickness.
The moment of the night rain, when the air sends a slight chill, autumn is here, yes, this is the breath of autumn.
Autumn is a poetic season. Ancient people often like to use wonderful words and phrases to describe the state of mind at that time,
I remember one of the most unforgettable poems written about autumn that I have read before: Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that the autumn day is better than the spring day.
A crane in the clear sky, then lead the poetic feelings to the blue sky. This is also an extraordinary song of autumn, intriguing.
Autumn is a season of harvest, and the joy of harvest is everywhere. Even the flavor of the air has changed, vibrant, full of life and vitality.
Autumn is a season full of romance. Leaves all over the ground, a pair of couples holding hands, face written with a happy smile, walking in the dusk on the path, rustling, just like a sweet music.
Autumn, is a sad season. The leaves are yellow and falling. The flowers are stashed, withered. Often make people touch the scene. Every mid-autumn festival, the night of the full moon. Some friends far away from home, often can only be alone to enjoy the moon, this is a cold Mid-Autumn Festival, see other people's family reunion, laughter. And they are so miserable inside that only they can realize the pain.
This is a season with a mysterious veil and full of temptation, how do I feel, to touch it.
Summer cicadas, exhausting the last trace of energy, hissing the last breath of the long chant, the autumn wind will be richly decorated and colorful debut. It is, gently and quietly, the rusty, with the pain that penetrates the bone marrow, drifting through the clouds, swept through the branches, and then go to embrace the turquoise leaf veins. Which can not withstand the autumn wind affectionate kiss, leaf veins gradually flooded out like blood halo light, and then the paragraph Xiaoxiao sleep in the earth, the sound.
Autumn trees stand silently, the distant mountains are dyed. Autumn forest of the showy show that does not need any embellishment of the spontaneity and prosperity, which is not the same as the spring delicate green, sound as intoxicated is a young woman demure and mature feelings. Autumn woods have a kind of solid beauty, let you have a quiet, a kind of indifferent, a kind of cool beauty.
Autumn water is silent and clear, "the sunset and the unruly fly together, the autumn water *** long sky a color" painted this clear. Autumn water to wash the heart of sadness, autumn wave dance damp heart, spotless autumn water is your "clear eyes" in the flow to me, full eyelashes into the heart.
Autumn rain lingering, there is no spring rain patter and summer rain pounds, she gently gait, caveman thought, gentle, feminine voice to the hustle and bustle, boisterous life a decent silence. "To the Xiaoxiao twilight rain sprinkled the river sky, a wash of clear fall." Clarity and emptiness of the rain, and in time and space sentimental how many painful desolation.
Moonlight cold, as if in the autumn woven mat just woke up, a cold body, Lang Lang bright, infiltrate every inch of barrenness within. Mature, sultry autumn, bring people the quiet beauty, loneliness is different, and even painful. Looking at the moon and reminiscent of people across space and time, Dong Po thousands of miles of blessings, Taibai sadness sent, Zhang Jilin Maple Bridge and sentimental, Du Mu parked in the Qinhuai and sadness ...... Autumn moon, you give the poet too much inspiration and thought. In the light of the moonlight, autumn chrysanthemum frost, autumn insects "chirping", wind chimes in front of the window gently shaking, there will also be tears of thought.
Why not lock the fall in the heart; why not, the laughter and sadness intertwined in the diary. This season, loaded with too many colors, drenched in the heart of the building pavilion, millions of head of the people, with long white hair of the head to look at the moon thinking of relatives, with the bearing of the vicissitudes of the eyes of the wind with the wind far away.
Let the yellow leaves remember my footprints, let the autumn wind blow away the fog blocking my way forward, let the golden sun shine on my life, let the rain moisturize my soul it ......