The west wind kindly sends away the splendor of summer. The fiery red sun also seemed to become gentle and tired. We are trying our best to fill every fruit. Brewed into mellow wine is the kindness of our souls. The fallen leaves are falling in loneliness, and the chrysanthemums are blooming in joy. In the sparse woods, I pick up the resentment of autumn. The night is falling gently, and the stars contain loneliness inside. Listening to the girl's complaining song, is the wind the string she plucks? The senses will be like birds flying high, life is the vast shore. I prefer the chattering charm of the sea water and the clear, lofty and orchid sky.

The autumn sun rises gracefully. The leaves fluttered gently. The youthful years have been tainted with beautiful colors. Browsing the scenery is the best. There are torches and maple trees on both sides of the avenue. The branches that have been carved by time are gorgeous. The blood lines that were clear by the wind and rain. It has transformed into a group of colorful worlds. The sound of the sky ripples in the distance. The sound of books can be heard nearby. The long years are spent listening to the earnest teachings. Enjoy the pictures the most. Folks from the countryside outside the city. The smiling faces painted by time. The blossoming new face filled with pure heart. A beautiful waltz has been released.

I dare not touch the season in front of me, for fear of encountering your wounds buried in the wind. So I had no choice but to remain silent, as silent as autumn. Until the longing was washed into a nude color by the autumn rain, and even the leaves were a little blushing. I had no choice but to hide you in the poems, but I didn’t expect the poems to be left behind in autumn. Nowhere to be found. You are autumn, and autumn is you.

Withered leaves danced in the wind, and acorns hit the asphalt road, making a thumping sound. The hard and dry sound spread in all directions. At this time, the diligent squirrels were running around for food for the winter, and they were so tired that their expressions changed.

Autumn. Getting cooler. The wind contains frost. The days are short and the nights are long. Dawn and dusk. The ancient road is miserable at sunset. The music of harp, harp and pipa echoed. The orioles are singing and the swallows are dancing and the flowers are fragrant. The scorching sun warms the heart. Take a leisurely stroll. Share with. Stare. smooth.

Autumn. After chasing the moon in the middle of August, where can I find autumn? . The wind ripples the remaining leaves, and the sweeping monk frowns. In the evening, when the moon is high and we cross the cold mountain, the flute is playing in the ten-mile pavilion. I worry about myself every night, and I drink with my lonely shadow.

The autumn wind added a bit of coolness and shook broken flowers all over the ground. Time not only makes people grow old, but also makes flowers lose their branches. And who is still waiting during this time?

Autumn is a season of falling leaves. Autumn is a season of fragrant golden osmanthus. Autumn is a season in Jinguoping Township. Autumn is a beautiful and deserted season.

Ginkgo. The leaves are like yellow flowers and the branches are covered with flowers. The wind blows the flowers away and the butterflies fly. The fluttering gold covers the ground. The north wind boldly stirs up the world.

The autumn wind blows, and the dead leaves are swaying; when we are young, we always think that time is passing, not life...

In spring, you can see hundreds of flowers and in autumn, you can see leaves, red, purple, yellow and green. No shortage. I advise you to forget your troubles and enjoy the beautiful scenery.

The autumn wind rustles in the breeze, and the sky is high and the clouds light up the mood. Day after day is wasted, red beans and lovesickness overflow the city...

The sky is blue, the ground is yellow, the west wind is strong, the wild geese flying from the north to the south, who will be drunk in the frost forest at dawn? Always left in tears.

Autumn mood. The tired heart touches the dream, and the rain knocks on the window at night. The light cotton half covers the body, and I feel the coolness of autumn.

Since you left, there has been no late autumn, only flowers falling, no sorrow

I am only afraid that the bright moon and cold autumn night will miss the return of the thousand-year-old crane.

One leaf knows autumn, and I want to drink three cups and two cups of light wine.