Tell me about my daughter playing drums.

We were caught off guard.

Extreme desolation

Inadvertently pass by my heart

in autumn

The tree stands in a messy memory.

The sunset is speechless.

The lonely sky has a pale background.

Three feet away, there are dying grasses everywhere.

I hid my heart in the harbor.

Imagine some clear and muddy past events.

Feathers are flying up and down, and autumn is coming.

Fallen leaves enrich the barren land.

Poetry spreads in the wind and shines brightly.

I fell into a seasonal panic.

Have nothing to answer.

Open your empty hands and stand in the wind.

The singing of golden voice makes me cry.

Autumn is coming.

Autumn has come to my piano.

It is a great honor and comfort to watch the concert of Jean Malone, a famous Belgian pianist.

The piano is like a pure and elegant woman in my heart, so noble and holy, which makes people sigh and can't tolerate a little stain.

The sound of the piano flowing from the fingers of the master can make people walk out of inner peace, as soft as poetry and as pure as spring. Listening to music sometimes distracts me and even annoys me, but listening to piano music is definitely not. No matter what kind of mental mirror I have, every piece will make me deep in thought. ...

As if floating from another world, I stopped to have a look. It came slowly, approached and stopped at the water's edge. Her elegant and beautiful figure began to dance. I don't know when, thousands of exquisite ripples appeared behind her. The light of the stars, the sad expression, the tears in the sky, the light of the water flowing. I can't see clearly because of the hazy fog around me. Under the faint fog, it was already dawn.

This artistic conception not only erodes my soul, but whose spirit will rush out of such light and beautiful music? Love or life?

Thinking about thinking about thinking about the beautiful movement of the piano, unconsciously, thunderous applause suddenly sounded around me. Originally, the concert was over, but the beautiful and elegant music echoed in my heart forever. ...

With a hint of coolness coming quietly, Qiu waved. Autumn rain is her happy tears; Autumn wind is her gentle breath; Autumn sunshine shines so generously on the golden earth; That bunch of purple grapes, pomegranate with a big mouth and a red face, big pear with yellow branches and red apples are all gifts brought by autumn.

Autumn is beautiful but not empty, bright and full of vitality. Into the embrace of autumn, feeling the joy of harvest, relief and carefree come to mind together.

Our life also has autumn. Life not only brings us the bud of spring, the heat of summer, the loneliness of winter, but also brings us the joy of autumn. Maybe you are still suffering, maybe you are still breathing in trouble, maybe you can't breathe freely, so don't give up. Nature has four seasons, and you can also have the autumn of life. Weedy wormwood in autumn and wild chrysanthemum in autumn are the most touching precedents.

After experiencing the autumn of life, I naturally feel more grateful, and my mind's vision has unconsciously reached a higher level. In the autumn wind, laugh and watch the flowers bloom and fall, and in autumn, watch the sunrise and sunset. The calmness of honor and disgrace, the calmness of ebb and flow, are all bred in autumn.

Walking alone in the cool morning breeze, feeling the breath of autumn, recalling the enlightenment of autumn and chewing the story of autumn, I realized the real connection of life.

Quite critical.

Summer has passed and autumn has come. In this era of such a fast pace of material life, will you spend some time to appreciate autumn and see the scenery in that autumn?

Autumn is the season of harvest, the season of missing, and the season of detachment. But "every autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times." Throughout the ages, most people will give autumn a feeling of loneliness, paleness, sadness, sadness and gloom.

However, there is a little poem that tells the beauty of autumn ... "I say autumn is better than spring."

Autumn is not an inevitable sadness, but a pleasant cold.

The green pools are all red, but the leaves still have the smallest money.

Four seasons. Listen to birds in spring, cicadas in summer, wind in autumn and snow in winter.

"The annual autumn wind is not like spring. Better than spring, it is the Wan Li frost in the vast river. " The beauty of autumn is accompanied by autumn wind. Autumn wind is not as moving as spring breeze, nor as violent as Xia Feng. The autumn wind is sometimes continuous and sometimes strong.

The wind blew in bursts and the flowers withered one after another. Autumn wind may be ruthless, it has no time to take care of the backward situation of flowers, and flowers fall one after another, either noisy or silent. When the wind blows, flowers naturally fall from trees. In other words, this is the most normal state. The autumn wind is cool. Without autumn wind, there is no soul.

"Autumn wind is blowing, and Dongting waves are under the leaves." Outside the window, the invisible wind stretched out its invisible hand and gently picked off a few yellow leaves. Crucially, where a drop of water reflects the sun, it is an example of life. The fallen leaf in front of me is the messenger of autumn. It withers gently from the tree, dances and rotates with the wind, telling the joy of flying and their freedom. Finally, finish the journey of this life without regrets and arrive at the post station of life. Fallen leaves do not mean withering, but now they fall quietly and become an ancient poem that "turns into spring mud to protect flowers more". I stood on the thick leaves and looked up at the poplar: the leaves with full crowns rustled in the wind, revealing a deep emerald green. The beauty of autumn leaves and the emotional atmosphere I have experienced make me not sad about its autumn, even the chill of autumn in the north has been diluted. Maple leaves are the most beautiful in autumn. The red and purple maple leaves are full of autumn poetry. The leaves are silent. I love autumn leaves more than the new green in early spring.

"An autumn rain and a cold" is right. Cool air, you can really feel the breath of autumn. Now, it has been raining all day, and there seems to be no intention of stopping now. I sat under the eaves and watched the rain quietly. Raindrops hit the concrete floor, bursting and shining like broken pearls. Some people say that "the autumn rain in Qiu Si makes people sad", which is true. Autumn rain is the most unforgettable scene. However, missing is also beautiful. This autumn rain is another scenery in autumn. Rain is an elf in autumn, naughty and lovely.

Watching the rain, listening to the sound, remembering things …

There are too many beautiful scenery in autumn, such as autumn fog, which gives people a hazy aesthetic feeling; The autumn moon is bright and full of thoughts; The autumn sky is white but not lacking in vitality; Autumn fruits are covered with branches; The sunset in autumn is particularly red. As long as you are careful, it is not difficult to find the beauty of autumn; However, only by experiencing autumn with your heart can you feel the beauty of autumn.

The grass grows and the warbler flies, and the river runs. If you have time to sit by the river and watch small fish swim, wait for the sun to set. Stay away from the noise, you will get a quiet; With autumn in my heart, I will become detached.