Zuimei late autumn

The years change and the seasons change.

Quite critical, a frost entered the winter.

The world is vast and time is in a hurry.

At>, I not only saw the beauty of vegetation, but also heard the beauty of birds and animals, such as "pigeons in the river", and I tasted the beauty of clothes, such as "green flowers lingering in my heart". I also felt the beauty of feelings, such as "I don't like meeting gentlemen, I don't like the sea of clouds", and I appreciate "I was in the wild in July."

If my sister-in-law is a middle-aged otaku, she is fresh in literature and art, reading code words and immersed in <<> If you enjoy yourself, then in the last few days of late autumn, let's see how my friends of the same age feel the colorful seasons in their own way and revel in them. ...

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Tao Ge gallops across the world,

The wheels are rolling in the red dust.

Fallen leaves are woven into gold,

Looking at spring and autumn horizontally, chasing winter vertically.

Tao Ge is an athlete known as "runner and rider" in the circle. As usual, in every season, he and his friends, a group of cycling enthusiasts who love life, sports and freedom, spare some time and energy from their busy work, ride all the way, enjoy the spring scenery, see the rape blossoms and Huang Cancan in Wuyuan, smell the flowers and bloom their hearts.

Or Xia Feng studied hard and walked through the misty rain of Hongcun, where the ink was bright and the white walls were gray. He claims to be a young Xu Xian, and has never seen the beautiful Mrs. White Snake. Then in the late autumn today, they are riding on the asphalt highway in Huixian, wandering in "the distance, there are people in the depths of white clouds." Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. "In poetry. Look at the picturesque scenery of Taihang Mountain. Looking at the mountains and plains, yellow leaves flying, maple leaves like fire, golden flowers all over the city, listening to the beautiful melody of late autumn, relaxing body and mind, cultivating temperament, and indulging in this happy time of riding. ...

two

Big friends spread their wings to find their dreams,

Youth is beautiful.

Poetry and distance lead you and me,

Qiu Guang infinite heart float in the sky.

Pumbaa is not only a yoga lover, but also a woman who dares to challenge and try new things in her work and life. Middle-aged women practice yoga by themselves, but she insists on every day, rain or shine. Not only for fitness and shaping, but also for improving your image and self-discipline and satisfying your favorite appearance.

There is a saying that the body and soul are always on the road. Pumbaa is also a photography travel enthusiast. No, the intense and busy work for six consecutive days didn't stop her from enjoying the scenery, taking beautiful photos and watching the footsteps of the world. Even on Sunday, she took a day off and went to Anyang Wanquan Lake Scenic Area with some friends. She saw the charming scenery of blue waves and red leaves in late autumn. You pose, I take pictures, I draw circles, and you praise. "Since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring. On the clear sky and the clouds, it brings poetry to Bixiao. " Poetry and distance, carefree and intoxicating style ...

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Yanming Lake in late autumn,

Waves dancing among reeds.

Enjoy the crab,

Wine in late autumn is a delight.

Viagra, a heavyweight skilful pot. Race the bull and start the road trip mode. On the seventh day of National Day, I passed Wuzhen, a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, with antique, pavilions, bridges and flowing water, poems and songs, chess and calligraphy.

Today, he drove to the long-awaited Yanming Lake scenic spot, and saw that the reeds were a little red, the lake was clear and blue, the autumn wind was blowing gently, and autumn scenery was pleasant. The delicious food in the farmhouse is golden hairy crabs, which are big and fat, tempting the taste buds on the tip of the tongue. Only love and food can be worthy. A bite of wine and a bite of crab, while eating and drinking, can't help but pop up a poem "Clawing is more like the shadow of osmanthus, and vinegar is poured on ginger". Haha, climbing high and looking far, the story of autumn. Viagra is also elegant once, and poetry and wine take up the time advantage. ...

Late autumn is the most beautiful, love what you love.

Dry in crabs, drunk in late autumn.

A flower and a world, a leaf and a bodhi.

If the desolation and emptiness in autumn make us feel

The disappearance and limitation of life,

Then the poetic heroism of autumn makes us feel.

The infinity and eternity of the universe.

There is youth in my heart, and I love you all my life.

Let's do it in our own way,

A little luck, a little happiness.

To decorate this colorful world,

Let's hug it affectionately.

The only ordinary life ...