Flowers Bloom, Only in the Deep Autumn
The wind blows over the mountains and rivers of time, and also adorns the appearance of maple trees. The rain dissipates the fireworks and moonlight, and also exhibits the exquisite beauty of chrysanthemums. Forever in my eyebrows and heart, it is as if you meet again after a long absence.
Having spent many years in middle age, I really want to find a vibrant garden full of flowers, and smile, reminiscing about the happiness. Life is hard to find a bright and warm sunshine, having experienced wind and rain, how to be content and relaxed in a light and breezy manner? Beauty fades with time, in time it's a fleeting glance, just wanting to preserve the scenery of life and time together, to realize all my hopes and dreams in this life.
I am grateful for all the connections in this world, this autumn day of love is just a chance encounter. I am immersed in the beautiful poems in my heart, the calligraphy is delicate and vivid, describing the thousands of chrysanthemums, the fragrance of chrysanthemums is beyond words. It's like experiencing countless life experiences, the autumn sky is high and cloudy, the red maple leaves float in the quiet forest, colorful petals were stained with my eyes by the rain, letting me experience the beauty of the wind transformed into a love wave, giving me a sweet smile.
It always comes to me at the right season, always guarding me, listening to my heart's words, no matter the seasons change, give me comfort. Give me the fragrance of chrysanthemums, give me the crimson robe of maple leaves, I would cheer for its innocent expression!
I always can't overcome the past, in fact, the future is always stored in the trajectory of time, if time has inspiration, it will always provide the sacred key at the needed moment.
Can't I care about lyricism? If the song is rationality, how can flowers bloom? The valley is quiet, I wouldn't reach out to pick a bright red chrysanthemum. My leaves turn yellow one by one,
Just want to get rid of worries, my leaves are blown by the wind in the air, everything is so beautiful, such a beautiful and elegant song, how could I not have a surging heart?
Early in the autumn, I'm still tasting the hustle and bustle of carriages and boats on the journey, and used to the cold transformation of autumn colors, far away, how far is also a name, only the fragrance of flowers remains,
Opening the window, you are just a passerby, perhaps truly and sincerely unrelated to me, I closed the window, the red dust and you, can only watch from afar.
Time gives us autumn, like fireworks are brilliant and dazzling, dissipating our coldness gradually, harvesting resilience and fullness, but never knowing what to buy to avoid regret and missing out,
Life's bumpy journey is difficult, full of sharp edges and potholes, but if you cut off the hardships of life, you can travel further. Facing the changes of the seasons, finding the fullness in a moment, cleaning the water for ink, writing soft and gentle sentiments on silk, I express all my thoughts and feelings in the words,
Those thoughts shrouded in the autumn wind spread and evolved, becoming the autumn sun's clear light and distant ancient times, at dusk, I found that the responsibility I carried was destined to be borne by myself, flowers bloom and wither, fallen flowers linger in the sea of my heart, countless beautiful encounters are treasured, friendship is warm, even without words, it can always be comfortable and harmonious, without promises, it can still last long,
Walking along the Qinling Mountains, experiencing the seasonal changes. I've always liked autumn, and I cherish autumn, because I yearn for mature chrysanthemums. Autumn, is full of yearning and longing for the rain, like a beautiful woman from the West, fragrant and intoxicating, shallow autumn has ended, ending the heat and joy of summer, we step over the colorful autumn leaves, looking forward to the grandness of winter...,
Life is a few autumns. Trace the old times, along Qinling Mountain, picking up the images of past times, narrow cliffs, pass through the years, can I still relive the past?
Looking out the window is a shadow of mountains, can I still find that innocent chrysanthemum fairy, that person who expresses his feelings through words?
Listening to a familiar song, this is a memory in my heart, I can't help but be immersed in the atmosphere of the lyrics. A person sits in a carriage, the sky is quiet, the wind is gentle, the sun is shining through. Looking up, the vast sky and the land are one. The falling red maple leaves reveal the loneliness of travelers, when the gentle wind softly moves the leaves, thoughts drift away. I quietly converse with myself, release my thoughts into the song, entrust the beautiful intentions to the flowers.
Right now, I'm writing my mood on falling leaves and flying flowers, in the sound of falling leaves, I perform a song of fading time. Right now, let me wipe away the slightly cool tears, but without sadness, let me see through all the scenery that hasn't been understood, let me put all the unfinished words, put them in the tree hole.
I hope to forget the sadness, shallow years, let me quietly spend my days with words, even if the dust and frost are like frost, I am still the same as before and full of longing, time provides me with endless years to reminisce, when using the most beautiful colors, record a passage of time, fingers tapping on the screen keyboard, the autumn is heavy, the intention is deep, leaving emotional memories, the clouds disperse, the mist clears, the poetry is sent with colorful letters,
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