Late autumn is quiet, but it haunts the most rhythmic light songs in time. The autumn sun is still a warm appearance, so that the scenery of late autumn is still bright and brilliant, even if there are occasionally a few leaves falling, it seems to be listening to the sound of time, dappled with the shadow of the sun, expressing the sincerity of late autumn to thank the late years.
The fingers are overflowing with colorful streamers, seemingly silent seasons, but there are thousands of purples and thousands of reds like brilliant and warm heart words, the fruits on the branches, instead of the lush green; the golden rice in the autumn wilderness, the cultivation of the seasons, the sound of all time, condensed in the late autumn to the evening thanks, happiness written between the eyebrows, the flow of years soft time, everything is the most beautiful look of late autumn.
Birds fly by between the blue sky and white clouds in late autumn, the sound of spreading their wings, pinned on the passage of time, listening to the natural sound of time and nature, thanking the years for being quiet and grateful for the abundance of the four seasons.
Wandering in the late autumn time, with the mood of autumn accompanied by thoughts, appreciate the quiet of the season, listen to the quiet of the late autumn, let the gentle time, thank life for the power to grow, thank the years for the vitality of the late autumn, in the warm late autumn, listen to the autumn whispers of the wind and leaves, listen to the most affectionate mutual thanks of time and years.
The autumn light gradually slanted, and occasionally light and shadow fell, just like the past of life rushing by. Picking up zero memories, the shadows have long been lost, and in the late autumn and evening time, listen to the sound of time and thank the years for being unharmed.
Late autumn is late, suitable for distant thinking, suitable for nostalgia, as the poem says: "White tea Qinghuan has nothing else to do, I am waiting for the wind and waiting for you." Bitter wine folds willows are separated from each other now, no wind, no moon and no you. "Listening to time, the rhythm is poetic, affectionate and sincere.
When it is the yellow of maple red chrysanthemum, the time is in the autumn water for a long time, thinking about the long years, and the song line is nostalgic for the flow of the years. Listening to the time, as promised, it is the late autumn of the evening, and the atrium of the heart is warm when the souls are in harmony.
Listening to the song of time, a journey of landscape, a piece of paper, late autumn to the evening, thank you for the years in the mountains and rivers, over the cold state of mind, rest in the heart of the eternal warmth.
——— book on October 30, 2021 Season Essay