Don't spend the late autumn of fairy tales

It is no exaggeration to interpret the full, rich and brilliant late autumn with passion burning. Colorful autumn colors, like a pot of old wine, have precipitated the heaviness of the years and merged into the brilliance of the sun and the moon. It's raining, weaving dense silk screens, weaving dreamy fairy tales in late autumn, whispering the autumn wind to bring sincere greetings, asking Hou about the increasingly beautiful late autumn, and the wine is getting more and more mellow. The older the wine, the more fragrant it is, Mika, autumn.

Qiu Guang pours like jade, tender as water, and the warmth of October warms the cold of the solar terms in late autumn. Layers of dense forests are stacked and scattered. Under the bath of autumn sun, the forest leaves are like flowers, and they are brilliant in spring. The color of this late autumn is not spring, but better than spring.

Time cooks rain, time sews flowers. At this moment, I want to stop the time of "boiling rain", slow down the years of "sewing flowers" and let this sultry autumn leave in a less hurry. Let me see enough over and over again, let me sing in the autumn wind, walk in the autumn rain, a red leaf in my left hand, a yellow leaf in my right hand, and a flying leaf fall on my head and shoulders.

I don't want to say goodbye and put down the fairy tale in front of me. But time will not stop the silent footsteps, and the years will continue to go deep. Autumn rain also enjoys the last dinner in late autumn, bid farewell to late autumn and reunite with the early winter after a long separation; Autumn wind sweeps the leaves, embraces the late autumn, watches the late autumn leave, turns around magnificently, and blows away in the direction of early winter. The footsteps drummed away, exploding like thunder, rising step by step and returning to the sky!

Passion is always short-lived, and the mess after burning passion will always make people sad. Late autumn surprises, such as dying, a moment of romantic fairy tales, disappear instantly, leaving breeds melancholy, frowning and treading on thin ice. At this time, who can solve my autumn worries, only a few cups of white wine are imported, and we meet hand in hand in late autumn in a drunken dream.

Listen, the small footsteps in late autumn are walking rhythmically, without any confusion, no hurry, light footsteps and no hesitation. Perhaps, it knows that the laws of nature cannot be violated, and autumn is destined to leave a stage for winter. It will be an audience under the stage, then go home to weave its own flowers, bear its own seeds, and come back to the stage for a wonderful performance next year. So, we just need to wait patiently.

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