Rare good weather, light wind and soft clouds and long sunshine. It's late autumn, and it's really joyful to think of the cold wind and cold of the past few days, and the yellow leaves are swirling all over the street. When I go out in the morning, it is still foggy, but at this time, the sun is shining everywhere, the clouds are open and the fog is dispersed, and the clouds are open to see the sunrise, it should be a sunny day. Some things are piled up and still disorganized, and on sunny days there is always a good mood.

I was not in a hurry to go home, and deliberately took a detour to see a grand flower event. I like to take the quiet and clean highway more and more, running from north to south, and soon after completion, there is no bustle of traffic, and there is no noise of people coming and going. The wide and shiny road surface, occasionally a few fallen leaves, or withered or yellow or green and yellow, dancing, dancing, chasing, frolicking, can not see the bleakness of autumn, but gives people a kind of quiet and beautiful in the depths of autumn. In the green belt on both sides, it seems that the change of seasons has been forgotten, and the selfless verdant is enchanting.

In autumn, I always like to provoke some small emotions for people, or worry or worry, not to mention the late autumn, the fallen leaves are all over the street, and the remnants are red all over the place. At this time, I was walking in the late autumn, on this piece of pure land that had just been opened, but I was full of flowers, bright orange and yellow, or blooming or budding to be released.

I have always loved only the faint purple, embedded with a little sadness and romance, and there is a rejection of the red, blue, yellow and green tones that are too strong and colorful. I always feel that they are too flamboyant, too charming. Maybe it's contrary to the tone of being a person, in short, I have seen all the bonuses, and I love a light purple. In the golden autumn, I deviated from my past preferences and fell in love with the charming flowers. They bloom in late autumn, but they bloom warmly and openly, intensely and fragrantly. Yellow is a warm and warm color, which should be a good filling and supply in the autumn and cold days.

Looking at it from a distance, the leaves are green and the flowers are yellow, the wind is swaying, a scene of vitality, is this late autumn? I couldn't help but think that I was hallucinating. Approaching, it is even more heart-pounding, with a lot of flowers, the glory of flowers. There are friends to attract companions, and they bloom in groups of three or five; There is a lone branch, I sing to the sky; There are even two people who look at each other and stare at each other. Layer upon layer, one after another, there is no bee butterfly infestation, and no one is disturbed, just quietly open the buds, and the heart is full of wisps of dark incense, ethereal with the wind.

These are the flowers of the moon, and they are not a precious species. With a very common name, there is no legend of peony, no romance of roses, and no need for a superior living environment, but it is artificially planted on the roadside to generate a landscape in the green belt. A piece of sky, a piece of soil, they can be born so graceful, graceful, can be a perfect flower. There is no need to grandstand, whether you come or not, you are self-fragrant and quietly enjoying the time that nature has given you.

The sound of autumn is getting tighter, the autumn colors are all over the wilderness, there are not many warm days, and it is even more rare to be lucky to find a corner of flowers blooming in this late autumn, and the bottom of my heart suddenly rises infinitely bright, as bright as the yellow flowers in front of me. At this time, at noon, the sun is from south to north, just covering the long street, no wind and no rain, a person guarding the eyes full of flowers to bloom quietly, those things that have piled up into dust, or sad or happy, or bright or dark, are no longer important. Come to think of it, no flower is specially opened for whom, and no one is specially born for whom, and it is a beautiful thing to meet.

Life is short, the world is impermanent, why do you need to spy on how long the flowering period is when you take a bouquet of flowers, why measure how long a love is with a warm heart, just like the quicksand in the palm, the more you want to have, the more you will lose, gather and scatter all fate, and what belongs to me will eventually stay for me. People are not good for a thousand days, flowers are not red for a hundred days, cherish every encounter with your heart, time is like an hourglass, and you will eventually turn those beautiful bits into the brilliance on the road of life. Strive to be an idle flower, do not like things and not be sad for yourself, let him be in the season, the wind is cold, you come or not, I bloom from the flowers to the warm, calm and indifferent......

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