Autumn thoughts, long and fine; Autumn thoughts, like silk. At the end of the world, in this life, the invisible thread implicates the two. Tourists, lonely, silent hearts communicate with each other. In the autumn season, the prosperity has ended, and how much charm is there......

Walking in a foreign land, what you see with your eyes, what you feel with your heart, beautiful and quiet, harmonious and lonely. The dark clouds in the sky drifted there, and suddenly they became white and comfortable, and everything was just right. During the day, looking up, the faint blue, the scattered fallen leaves, and the strolling path, the poetry lasts forever. At night, the bright moon is still hanging high, the slightest coolness sweeps the body, and the heart is full of autumn sadness, autumn coolness, and there is no little joy and love of the people. Fortunately, the green mountains and green waters are still there, the willows by the lake are still there, the white clouds and blue sky are still there, and the bright moon is also there, so that I also have a place where my eyes and soul can live in this foreign land, and my pen also has the most emotional touchpoint.

The spring and autumn rotation of thousands of years, the change of wind and moon, the unshakable silence of the real autumn has come, but it is so short. Being in a foreign land, nostalgic for the withered yellow leaves of my hometown, the colors of autumn are rich and dim, and the crunchy sound of walking on the road echoes throughout the wilderness, which only adds a little sadness. A prosperous place will reveal the loneliness of the heart, and in the autumn season, it is a remnant from the inside out. Gradually entering the autumn, the pool of decayed branches and leaves, the remnants of the afterglow, through the glimmer of the moon, the heart moved, and said urgently, my world leaves have fallen.

Remnant autumn is the introduction of life. It seems to be the end of life, but in fact, it is to accumulate strength for the coming spring. Green pine, in our hometown, it stands forever, maintaining the original posture, so green, in the night, standing in the distance, can not tell whether it is moonlight or a layer of white hair, that is waiting for its relatives, to the same charm in the coming year.

In my opinion, it is an expression of life. A pool of remnant leaves, people have to miss the past, think about life, think about those who used to be, those things, full of nostalgia, not a little sad. The same autumn, but different people, the same scene, but different feelings. That year, you walked quietly like this, without a little nostalgia, suddenly disappeared, so that we were missing a piece in our hearts, since then, there is nothing to fill this gap, the attitude of life, and since then began to gradually change, let me understand that there are always sad things in the world, always have to face, learn to accept, learn to understand. This may be what that autumn brought me, and it was that autumn that has become a fragment of my memory for so many years.

The remnants of autumn, the world, are so uneventful. Outside the window, the scenery is still the same, and inside the window, the hearts of the people are still the same. Laughing at the wind and clouds, appreciating the cascading layers, and sinking down, it is not only calm as the sea, but also mixed with sadness. Quietly enjoy the flowers, watch the flowers fall, these autumn shadows, stranded the heart, warm the dust. The falling glow and the lonely bird fly together, the autumn water is the same color as the sky, the scenery the poet sees, and the poems he writes are all inner feelings and spiritual comfort.

Autumn is ruined, lonely, and prosperous...... It's all sad and sad. In my life, autumn is like this, it is a feeling of no hope, everything comes down to the roots, only silent persistence and those little indifference. Gradually, there is no way to sing birds and flowers, in a Zhenzhen memory, with quiet companionship, the time is also bright, slightly falling in the precipitation.

Autumn, quiet.