The young woman sent frost, and Su'e was snow-white.
Lonely Hongyuan I went, all over the wild yellow chrysanthemum blossoms.
The wind and grass are still dew frost, and the birds and beasts are sad like broken intestines.
Persimmons are full of red-stained trees, and the weather is cold and wild.
Dead vines and old vines, old fences, sunset slanting sun dyeing rainbows.
Don't believe that today the frost will fall, and the cold wind will invade the home in the middle of the night?
This late autumn day, really like a quiet and graceful poem, the night painting the moon, the blue water reflecting the clear sky, in this quiet and beautiful autumn color, can't help but write the heart of the belly, into a full of paper style, will be the dappled imprint of the years, poured into a moving story and floated in the autumn water and sky.
This late autumn night, can fulfill a person's thoughts, can fulfill a person's dreams, once those who look back in the reluctance, shallow laughter in the nostalgia, want to stop the omission, the deep affection in the whisper, all remained in the silent late autumn.
This late autumn wind, the silent fragrance emitted, tasted the cold of autumn, slightly closed his eyes, and listened to the gentle flow of time. Time passes quickly, and inadvertently, it will go from purple and red to emerald green, from falling to flying to snowy.
In this autumn depth, lightly taste the sweet fragrance of the years, have a cavity of warmth, count the depth of the flowing years in the intertwined time of cold and warmth, and enjoy the beauty and happiness given by life in the four seasons of flowers and flowers.
In the last festival of this autumn, may my friends on the headlines:
【Don't】 Forget to add clothes and remember,
[Forget] I can't work hard,
【Tim】Clothing to keep warm and prevent illness,
[Clothes] The body is beautiful.