Meet, see autumn, day

Under the rustling tree, the leaves fall and ask the autumn yellow.

When the first yellow leaves fell, the autumn of missing came gracefully. It was a reunion without an appointment.

This season, some people are indifferent and some people miss it.

A wisp of autumn wind enters my arms, and an autumn leaf is quiet and beautiful. Looking up at autumn, Vientiane scenery is colorful.

Autumn wind, phoenix tree yellow, cicada singing far away, see Feng Dan again. Water and sky are the same color, and the sky is bright up and down. In the wandering between the sky and the clouds, the quiet beauty of the world is clear autumn.

Thinking of Tan Yuanchun in the Ming Dynasty, he said, "If autumn is rich, the vegetation is sparse but not accumulated, and the mountains and rivers are not charming." Clear autumn is bustling, cool and beautiful. The highest state of life is like clear autumn, indifferent to Wukong and quiet as autumn leaves.

I love autumn leaves, which are varied and have their own customs. Between heaven and earth, yellow, red, purple and brown leaves fall slowly. Is it the pursuit of the wind or the failure of the tree to retain? Fallen leaves lie quietly in the soil, sleep in the ravine, sleep on the hillside and sleep in the Shui Ze, layer upon layer, wetting the endless land. Even if it is dry and decadent, it turns into mud, but it also flows down the river, quiet as ever, and says goodbye with a magnificent gesture. This is a detachment and calmness.

Reunion in autumn, an idea in a dream is beautiful and nostalgic.

Autumn is full. Look at the vast Yuanye, rich and magnificent. There is the sweetness of melons and fruits, and there is the joy of harvest. It was a dream planted in spring, which lit up the lights of thousands of families.

Autumn is gone. An autumn leaf is a curtain of dreams. I miss the brightest moon, and I miss my old friend even more.

In the world of mortals, everyone will meet the people they care about most, perhaps the deep lovesickness between lovers, the deep affection between friends, or the yearning between relatives. No matter what kind of emotion, it is so precious.

Autumn rain wet the dream of falling leaves, bent down to pick up an autumn leaf and picked up wet memories. Many whispers, immersed in shallow pen and ink, render the story about autumn in the depths of the heart.

In the first autumn of the new Millennium, a deep encounter in the cycle of life was interpreted.

The maple leaves in Lu Gu, Qiu Guang are red. I joined the Hunan Foreign Publicity Association in LAM Raymond Hotel, and I was very happy to see a publicity album, Shan Hai Tai Zhou, which won the gold medal in the design and production of Deep Ocean. Fortunately, I found a ray of sunshine in the south for the Hengyang album.

Under Pengcheng in October, the clouds are light and the wind is light, the autumn waters are happy, and the bright autumn is spreading.

I came to Shenzhen by train for the first time. There is endless autumn dancing outside the window, and Jin Shi is written inside and outside the SAR. The wheels are rolling, playing the spectral lines of Qiuyang, as if hearing the footsteps of reform and opening up heading for the horizon. Shenzhen is like a brand-new red sun blowing from the horizon of the South China Sea.

A young and vibrant world city. In the misty skyscraper forest, I finally found Shenzhen Dayang Design and Production Agency.

The small living room is simple and blue, as if surging in the magnificent ocean. The picture books and periodicals produced by Dayang are scattered randomly, and the marine "pearls" such as "Desert Nuclear City", "Mountains and Seas Taizhou" and "Color Tide" are magnificent, illuminating the readers' world.

This quiet and simple female directors has a charming smile. She is confident to make an album for Hengyang, create a new vision to show the beauty of landscape and humanity in Wang Chuanshan's hometown, and extend the world stage of geese.

Autumn moon is like a hook. In a bright Guangdong cafe, we chatted about life stories. She specially signed me a book of poems about autumn. Her name haunts autumn poetically, and her face is as pure as autumn water. Her stories are all included in poems about autumn, and poetry is the most profound part of her life.

The world of mortals is like a dream, and the autumn is crisp. She comes from the West Lake, and her dream wings are hurt. In the autumn of the late 1980s, this stubborn and unyielding talented woman from the south of the Yangtze River wandered alone in Shenzhen with sadness. In the proud reflection of the skyscraper wall, in the faint red dust, she struggled with the courage and tenacity to break the south wall in Shenzhen. Her footsteps always rush past the traffic lights in the city, and every step is full of sadness about the autumn harvest.

Shenzhen is a stage for forging ahead. This pure water woman walked from the moss-covered Qingshi Road in the south of the Yangtze River to Pengcheng, singing in the rain forest of poetry and blooming alone under palm trees. In the soil of palm culture in Lingnan, she planted wet culture and moss green stories in Jiangnan, and grew an oasis of wandering literature. This literary innovation has given me more enlightenment.

Life is a book, and the most precious thing is to meet a close friend and open the cover page. From the unfamiliar to the familiar, from the sea of people to the heart lake, understand each other and sublimate each other. This kind of pure friendship, without asking for anything in return, snuggles in the depths of the soul, which is longer than a lifetime.

Autumn geese turn a hundred times, and years go by. Touch the mottled leaves, who doesn't feel the affection of autumn? Who doesn't miss the mountain, who may leave, who never forgets and doesn't keep in touch often?

Wandering in the cloister of time, my thoughts are walking on the nib. I have read about autumn for many years and gained a rich life.

The road of life is long, but the road of mind is the most difficult. Every day in the journey of life really doesn't need a lot, just remember the old friends who once planted hope to really stop.

Time may be very old, but memories can be eternal, deposited in the depths of the years and left to distant memories.

Boil a pot of autumn scenery to remember the heart. This autumn, let beauty grow in Qiu Guang, write beautiful stories in the waterfront, and light up the way forward.

Since autumn, I'm looking forward to the return of spring to the earth and the blooming flowers along the old road. ......