Talk about the late autumn of missing.

That dreamy late autumn lifted countless thoughts in my heart, a city, half autumn, half acacia, you in the scene, a wisp of acacia, and the whole poetic Jiangnan. ...

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0 1. The vast Yuan Ye is full of autumn scenery, which is half scenery and half you.

The wind, with warm air from the river bank, came head-on. In this late autumn October, I saw beautiful autumn colors.

Maple forests are dyed everywhere, and the fiery red color renders the river picturesque. A leaf boat just crossed the river, and the afterglow of the sunset shone lazily, emitting a quiet beauty.

Walking slowly in this romantic mood of autumn is like being in a poetic picture of late autumn in Jiangnan. What you see in your eyes is golden beauty. The sky washed by lead flowers is far away and empty, and there are no more geese crowing. Rows of figures have already disappeared in the distant sky.

Just like you come gently, walk gently and wave your sleeves, without taking away a cloud in the sky.

This vast Yuan Ye, originally full of autumn colors, is now only half of the scenery and half of your figure.

The wild chrysanthemums crawling at their feet are blooming brightly at the moment, and the color of Huang Cancan makes the plains beautiful all autumn. However, the person who once admired is not around, no matter how charming, it has become the most beautiful scenery in the eyes of others.

The wind is blowing slowly, and the wild chrysanthemums are swaying. In a trance, I seem to see the chrysanthemums dancing lightly in your hands, in stark contrast to the tired birds returning in the evening breeze.

You are as happy as a flying bird, but that bird flies slowly and has no life.

I know, at that moment, your heart was full of love, and the vast Yuan Ye was the place where we first met.

Dancing with the green * * *, rippling on the river with the green, watching the sunset on the horizon hand in hand in the twilight, only after a little sinking into the Diane Castle Peak, the silhouette of that moment remained in the eternal memory.

02. Autumn rain, falling quietly, half a curtain of beautiful scenery, half a curtain of acacia.

The rain in late autumn, a little chilly, mixed with cold wind, dripped quietly on the windowsill.

Through the windowsill, a foggy map of the south of the Yangtze River is presented: in the deep alley nearby, the "umbrella flower" moves slowly, and footsteps can be heard, which is more natural and vivid; Not far away, the ancient street was covered with a layer of water mist, and the rain in the bustling area added a bit of interest; In the distance, the river is flooded, misty and rainy, and the dark green mountains are swaying. Fishing boats can't see the outline clearly, and occasionally they can hear the whistle. It's a long-distance ship passing by.

However, the beauty of late autumn can't occupy all the positions in my heart. In that beautiful scenery, a ray of acacia quietly attacked my heart.

Under the umbrella flower, did my beautiful girl come to me with the fragrance of jasmine? In the bluestone alley of the red wall and Daiwa, love has dyed the fleeting time and the foggy sky, and the rain is getting more and more lingering, just like our love.

Under the umbrella, we whispered all the way, all the way affectionate, from one end of the alley to the other, and then walked forward, enjoying the blending of heart and heart.

Love, integrated into the charming scenery, but also more love because of the scenery.

Whether on the rippling fishing boat or on the crowded ancient street, autumn rain, with romantic atmosphere and poetic artistic conception, makes love rub deeper into your heart. Many times, close your eyes and think about it, just like walking in a painting.

Autumn rain, half a curtain of beautiful scenery, half a curtain of acacia, although there are beautiful scenery in front of us, there are beautiful people in my heart, looking at the scenery and thinking about the beautiful people in the distance, what a pleasant scene!

03. The mountains are half bright and half dark.

Mountain, not high.

The mountains in the south of the Yangtze River are always continuous, shrouded in smoke, and there is a hazy beauty in the dark, just like the thoughts are constantly spreading, but only half bright and half sad.

The leaves of ginkgo trees are already golden yellow. If you see them at this time, you will definitely linger in the forest. Copy this autumn color with a brush. In fact, you are not painting autumn, but rubbing love into the beautiful artistic conception of autumn: the background is the autumn color of this mountain, and under the ginkgo tree, a pair of shadows snuggle up to each other, smile and look at the beauty of this mountain.

The love flowing slowly in the painting is bright and happy at that moment.

Today, the ginkgo tree is yellow, dear, but you have gone away gently, like a fallen leaf, and will never return to the branches.

My world is half bright, half sad, half autumn and half lovesickness.

Life is like this. All good things must come to an end. There are joys and sorrows, as well as reunion and parting. When you are happy, enjoy the laughter at that moment. When you are sad, cherish the warmth of that moment. Whether you are happy or sad, it is a kind of happiness in life.

Because after all, I once had it, and life wouldn't be too boring.

With this in mind, I walked into the autumn scenery of this mountain alone, imagining the beauty of the past, and never letting sadness occupy my heart again. Your departure may be my luck. Sometimes letting go is the best way to love someone.

In this late autumn, I let you fly in a distant city, leaving only autumn colors to pervade me, half beautiful and half missing you.

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