Chapter 1: Everyone is looking for him thousands of times like a brilliant flower

preface

【Light yellow willow】

The condensation beads are connected, and the red flame and green smoke fly. Slender fence into the dream weft.

The wind and rain are frightened, and the autumn is incomprehensible and sad.

Light gauze tent, after the sycamore. The mountains are edged, the flowers are faded, and a sleeve of cold air is in this autumn.

The old man smiled and asked, is Jun Jin'an?

Self-blame for faceless sideburns.

In the middle of autumn, the autumn breeze is blowing, and the eyes are already showing infinite coolness.

As far as the eye can see, the mountains are heavy, the peaks and peaks are undulating endlessly, the mountains and rivers are one, colorful, and it is very beautiful. The red ones are the maple leaves that are like fire after the frost, the green ones are the green tea trees all over the mountains, the green ones are the bamboos all over the mountains, the yellow ones are the bare rocks, the black ones are the rivers hidden in the fields, the blue ones are the sky high above, and the white ones are the floating clouds in the sky and the scattered sheep grazing on the ground. The fiery sunset was already hanging above the treetops that were not too high, no longer as dazzling as the afternoon scene, but there was another kind of red and brilliant splendour, and a few floating clouds were interspersed in front and back, like uneven and uneven, and the glow was endless.

Spring, summer, autumn, winter.

The descriptions of the four seasons of the year are incisive.

Yes, autumn is coming, and the flowers and plants have gone through the prosperity of their lives, and are withering and withering in the breeze, and will sink into the earth; the trees have borne fruit, and are hanging on their branches, and are waiting to be picked for the people, so that they have gone through another spring and autumn, so that they can recharge their energy in the cold winter and wait for the spring of the coming year; the heat of summer has long since passed, and the air is no longer filled with agitation and irritability; the crops in the fields have been recovered, and there is no longer a busy figure. Quietly, I felt the gentleness of the autumn breeze, looked up and saw the geese flying south, and observed the river slowly drying up. Everything is happening quietly, and everything is so everywhere. This is the tranquility of autumn.