Autumn is simple and quiet, never disturbing the prose essays of the ancient city.

I like early autumn, and the first frost hasn't arrived yet. Get up early and walk on the stone road in the ancient city. The cool wind falls on the brow and floats with the feelings of fallen leaves. There seems to be a distant flute in the sentence written under the footprints.

The walls of the ancient city are thick with blue bricks and piled with many stories. The blue wall of Yamato, with an ancient pale face, gently touched by hand, the black and pink under the fingertips dripped into a beautiful place with Tang poetry and Song poetry.

I like walking alone in the streets of the ancient city, especially in autumn. The cool autumn is intertwined with the deep and endless autumn of the ancient city, spreading in my heart and eyes, and the ancient city is not surprised. For many years, I will stretch my feet on an autumn day in the autumn of the ancient city.

Walking, it is already late autumn.

Walking, the whole city is reflected in the air.

The yard was quiet and dusty. Walking in the ancient city in autumn, no one asked me in the depths of the yard. The back is full of affection, and the people in the hospital are no longer old friends. Swallows go home and swing under the wall. Unveiled desolation and endless worries.

With a sigh, Qiu Hua fell asleep. Finally, English is declining everywhere.

Under the walls of the ancient city, there is a blue-gray smoke. Diffuse in the coolness of early autumn, it has been a thousand years in a blink of an eye, and the ancient city remains the same. I also want to be an ancient city. No matter how many times I have experienced ups and downs, no matter how many times I have experienced glory, I have always been a calm look. After all, I can't. There will be sadness of parting, happy songs, beautiful smiles and deep retrospection.

I counted the blue bricks under my feet, which was the gentleness of bowing my head. How many years it has been preserved, there will be a heavy moment. Many times, we didn't stop and hurried forward. I just want to finish the journey of my life as soon as possible, fighting, quarreling and unwilling to be lonely.

I still like sitting in the sunset, I still like walking on blue bricks, and I still like writing my own words. Just like the ancient city in this autumn, it is motionless and silent, watching the smoke rolling around the world. Just like in the early autumn, it's neither cold nor dry.

Don't leave people, don't forget your initial heart.

The sun and the moon are simple and quiet, and have never disturbed the ancient city.

It is autumn, the wind is blowing, the leaves are falling, the flowers are blooming for half a lifetime, and the heart is half dusty.