Water is filled with water, and the wind blows through the wind, and the season enters Qiu Jiang. Wet sky, slowly faded summer clothes.

A chill overflowed my fingertips, and I heard the silence of time in the blooming of Lingxiao. Soft early autumn colors.

Walking on the road in early autumn, passing through people and cars passing by in a hurry. All daydreams do not exceed the weight of the autumn wind on the treetops.

Recently, everyone is used to the rule that you must wear a mask to show your health code when you enter the supermarket. Once when I was weighing vegetables, the staff suddenly gave me a bigger bag and asked me to wrap the bread, because we bought five or six buns.

After thanking him, I immediately put it in that bag, so that when I put things into the shopping cart, it would be much neater. Thank you for this little kindness in early autumn.

Tender as water, fragrant and moving. Walking in an orderly way, the inner flag danced in the cool autumn, bringing me familiar songs that rang in my childhood home 500 miles away.

The moon moves in the hands of autumn, and the sky and the earth are updated with new colors. We keep changing colors along every step of the years.

The changing, golden, beautiful, rich, colorful, full and heavy autumn is changing every day, and the temperature is also changing. Autumn is not worried, and she likes it more and more. Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring.