42, ushered in the sunshine

Not long after the car drove in the autumn rain, it ushered in the sunshine after the rain, and a rainbow on the horizon made me unable to resist the urge to create, took out my electronic notebook, and sang the praises of the good times of autumn.

Early autumn feelings

Write a letter that can't be sent in the fall

The wind is mixed with the simple love silk

That's the willow branch Xinyi of the blue ink

I want to understand the hospitality of autumn

The scenery is beautiful in the light of the season

She will be red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple

Sketch out the classic autumn whisper

Interpreting the beauty of autumn

Through the moonsilver full of flowers

The moonlight like water is sultry

Sad autumn leaves are frequent

How to depict the affection of emerald green

It's still a little unfinished, this beautiful autumn is like a poem.

Autumn --- the same beauty as poetry

Autumn is a time when the fragrance of flowers and greenery are intertwined

Who has ever plucked the petals of his favorite flower in his dreams?

Who has dreamed that a bluebird turns into a girl

The poem-like name is engraved on my heart

There is no need to amaze the banks of the distant Magpie Bridge

The moonlight rippled gently like water

The warmth of autumn embellishes the embankment of love

It was a poetic autumn night

The trembling moonlight fainted the melancholy of the night

A little bit of the soft wave heart

Woven with the beauty of the queen of the night sky

The fragrance of jasmine, the fragrance of osmanthus, the fragrance of the night

Gently swaying the gentle fragrance of autumn

It's poetic and elegant

Drunk autumn shade, autumn neon clothes

Ah, the verve of early autumn is as soft as poetry

Looking out the car window, it evokes memories that make my heart fly, and I am reminded of my hometown, the far south, and the memories of my childhood, wandering in front of my eyes.

Autumn - fragrant memories

Outside the window, the fragrant light is soft in the smoke clouds; The emerald green willow stretches in the breeze. The memories of the years appear in the shining, gently tapping the soft heart; In the autumn when the leaves are paved with gold, slowly replaying the past of childhood is very pleasant and satisfying. The autumn white clouds, gentle as flocculent, long away, the red leaves on the trees are flickering and falling in the autumn wind.

The layers of fallen leaves, colorful and colorful, and the bright sunshine are embellished into a poem. The autumn sun bloomed, just now the fallen leaves put on my shoulders, combed my eyebrows, I heard the wind tell the story of autumn, warm, sweet, tender, happy. The back garden in my memory is a courtyard of red bricks and tiles, with a charming pond, intoxicating singing, and refreshing magnolia flowers.

There are tall osmanthus trees, and there are longan trees full of longans; There is clear pool water, there is a gentle breeze; The silent courtyard, the smoke, the flowers, the beautiful scenery, this is my home. There are bits and pieces of my happy life in the past, there are my dreams, there are my songs and laughter, there is the place where I grew up, and there is my unforgettable childhood.

I still remember when I was a child, because of the clusters of longans in the backyard, hanging on the branches, very intoxicating, very greedy, I especially wanted to eat the big and full longan. Suffering from not being able to climb trees, he used a long bamboo pole with a hook tied to the bamboo pole to steal the longan, fill a bag, and eat it after picking; A few little hairy children, their faces are full of flowers, sticky; When I went home, I was scolded by my mother, it was so fun, it was so interesting, and it was so exciting.

Also because they like the fragrance of magnolia flowers, those boys climbed the tree, picked a hat of magnolia flowers, and then, tied it up with a rope and put it on the bed, which smelled very good. How beautiful my childhood was, how much I wanted to go back to the old time, and how much I wanted to eat another longan. The years are quiet, and life is like a dream. When people look back on the past, they always sigh that time is like an arrow, and the time is like a shuttle, and the eternal truth is like a shuttle.

Quietly, I climbed the terrace, and the golden magnolia flowers on the terrace were small but had a unique flavor, very kind, very pleasant, and very childlike charm; Whenever the breeze is blowing, the small flowers will dance; She has her own fragrance, the flower posture is like a small Dan's fingers, the color changes between the day, fresh and elegant to rich and intoxicating. Looking up into the distance, the mountains on the opposite side bloom with golden light, and the mountain flowers in the wilderness merge into a beautiful landscape painting.

The clouds and smoke in the wind are filled with bursts of magnolia flowers, I don't know whether it is the sun in the flowers, or the green in the light; I don't know if it's the shade in the mountains or the smile in the willows. Look; The sky is the ultimate bloom of white and blue, and there is a faint sadness behind the beauty. Who is playing and singing Liang Zhu's songs in early autumn? "Smiling in the distance, the green waves of spring water reflect the small bridge" melodious and tactful, the poignant story of the talented and beautiful woman has been passed down through the ages.

Ah, it's because of youth, because of love, that the world of red dust is full of vicissitudes. In the land of dreams, a flat boat records the feelings of swarming out, but it is not suitable for mailing. Youth is gone, time did not wait for me, it was loneliness, and I forgot to take me away. The time lost in memory is like the moonlight brought by the low tide, like a bookmark swept away by time, like the brightness of every page held up by the stream.

Friend, early autumn is beautiful and bleak. The autumn cicadas shook my ears, and I heard the sound of falling leaves. When the wind reads the loneliness of autumn, the rain can know the tenderness of autumn. In the world of dreams, a flat boat carries a future full of hope. The white sail contains beautiful ideals and hopes, and contains the softness of the water; The oars are to let people row to a beautiful new life.

Suddenly, a gust of autumn wind blew the tips of my hair, and I woke up instantly. Sitting alone on the terrace, I looked at the faint sunlight outside the window, the shadows of the trees, the autumn mood was getting stronger, and I felt a little chilly. I poured a cup of coffee and added a coat to let the early autumn flow quietly. The red dust of Qianmo, the memory of autumn, is like water poured in the palm of the hand. Whether you spread it out or clench it, it will still flow clean from your fingers, drop by drop.

Dear friends, on the train of the season, if you want to get off early, please don't wake me up pretending to be asleep. That way I can sleep to the end and pretend not to know that time is gone. The breeze lightly depicts a few fresh autumn moods, and the warm brush and ink write a few flowers and leaves in the sudden drizzle of the world. Gently, I got up and went out, walked in the rain, walked forward on the crystal leaves, went to the romantic rain, and returned with the joyful Yaxing. I wish I could see the forest paths covered in autumn, and all the branches of the trees are written with the light of youth.

These creations, these words, drained the melancholy in my heart and made my heart more peaceful,