Mountain flowers laugh at autumn wind

Wild chrysanthemum dances in the whisper of autumn wind, and its dance is drunk in the morning sun, drunk in the heart and drunk in everything in the past.

Take a quiet walk in the days when wild chrysanthemums are in full bloom, walk quietly in the warm sunshine in autumn, walk at familiar intersections, quietly listen to the songs of birds, and quietly feel the unforgettable bits and pieces in life. Time seems to be solidified by flowers, flowing quietly in your heart at this moment.

Flowers looked at me silently, and it blossomed into a big piece of brilliance. Its yellow smiling face is the most beautiful and warmest picture in autumn. It opens in the mountain stream, on the roadside, under the tree and in the arms of Mother Nature. Its ordinary posture and indomitable spirit, which grew regardless of the environment, always moved me and made me fondle it.

It is like a long-lost friend, spreading warmth and beauty to the whole world, making you intoxicated inadvertently and happy because of it.

Wild chrysanthemums bloom in autumn. Although it lacks the luxury of peony, the charm of rose and the charm of peach blossom in March, it smiles proudly in autumn with its unique beauty. It embraces the world with the earth in colorful autumn leaves, giving Mother Nature a unique scenery.

The wild chrysanthemum is holding the dog's tail grass by her side and dreaming with it in the autumn sunshine. They looked at dandelion from early spring to late autumn together, looked at its standing figure proudly, looked at its silent and ordinary appearance, and they couldn't help admiring each other. They are as ordinary as they are, and they bloom silently in the same land. This silent warmth makes life warm and beautiful.

In this warm autumn afternoon, I sat alone quietly, reading my heart attentively, reading those unforgettable fleeting memories, reading those memories that I can't bear to forget with tears. The flowers that bloom in my heart will never fade. They depict the most beautiful scenery on the scroll of time.

Looking back, the peach blossom in March, the Sophora japonica in May and the chrysanthemum in September are all smiling and blooming in my world. White hexagonal flowers greet me at the end of the four seasons. With their company, life is so beautiful. They are like my silent friends, silently accompanying me to walk in the depths of the world of mortals.

Flowers bloom and fall, and time flies. Let's embrace the world with a grateful heart, care for our relatives and friends with a kind heart, and make our cool life more warm and beautiful! Strive to convey warmth and happiness and make the world a better place because of us.

About the author: Wen Ruihong, a native of Pingliang, Gansu, likes writing, photography and nature, and writes the ups and downs of life in words.