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Appreciation of American literature: Qingqiu, stumbling late in waiting

Written by Dongfang Chunxiao

With the mood of "looking through the autumn water", waiting for the arrival of the autumn season. And where is the autumn mood that you experience?

Appreciation of American literature: Qingqiu, stumbling late in waiting

In the afternoon of that day, a stroke crossed out from the desk calendar book, the scratches of the "beginning of autumn" were condensed in the thickest part of the emotion, and the sweat covered by the blazing heat was still real at the intersection of the road where people came and went.

Appreciation of American literature: Qingqiu, stumbling late in waiting

Many people wonder if this summer is some kind of superb magic to let their entrenchment take rooted. So that when autumn came, it frowned, and forgot to be in the heat of the noise and noise, squeezing other people's territory into a disrespectful place.

Appreciation of American literature: Qingqiu, stumbling late in waiting

However, the autumn I remember is brave and determined. The frankness in the temperament and the boundless momentum of the autumn colors will be deep in the season, and frank and open.

Appreciation of American literature: Qingqiu, stumbling late in waiting

I can't say whether it's modesty or patience, but this autumn's stumbling is late, making people's eyes eager to wear it, and more doubts and unwillingness to be contaminated with exhaustion.

Appreciation of American literature: Qingqiu, stumbling late in waiting

Fortunately, this autumn rain has momentum. The roar of the wind, the clatter of the rain, the falling leaves all over the ground and the snowflakes of the branches of the Luan tree are all written everywhere.

Appreciation of American literature: Qingqiu, stumbling late in waiting

Despite the staggering, a real autumn of the season, blowing on the face, falling on the shoulders, in full view.

Appreciation of American literature: Qingqiu, stumbling late in waiting

Next, it will be: the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the geese are chirping; Fruitful, fragrant rice; The frost and dew are heavy, and the fallen leaves are golden...

An extended volume of Qingqiu, full of expectations in the world.

Appreciation of American literature: Qingqiu, stumbling late in waiting

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