Talk about your sadness in late autumn

1, how short life is, like a meteor in the night sky; How humble life is, just like the dust in the sky. And how short-sighted we are, just like a blind man touching an elephant in the dark. Always think that today is long and tomorrow is forever; I always thought I was tall, and the summit was the peak. Extreme luxury in a limited life; Trample wantonly in the vast universe. Only by cherishing time and fearing life can we find our true self.

2. In this poetic and Zen night rain, the soul involuntarily ripples in circles, slowly expands and cannot be closed.

Staring out of the window, the rain curtain rises and falls in the dark night, and the ticking of the rain hitting the banana gently sings in the urgent string, as if reciting an eternal and immortal swan song. It is so charming, sad and desperate!

3, wearing a golden suit in autumn, with light steps, quietly came to the world.

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Poetry can also be used as talk material, so the poetry about late autumn:

In the late autumn, Cai Wufeng drank.

Dufutang

Jiashi knows each other, and looks forward to it.

Willing to vote and drink, willing to buy books and emails.

At dusk in Huang Yun, birds fly high in the sky, and in autumn, the trees are very cold.

It doesn't snow in winter in Hunan, so you will get sick if you stay for a long time.

Wang Ye in late autumn.

Tang Dynasty

Autumn makes the suburbs feel sorry for themselves, and chrysanthemums are lonely at night.

The high wind thinned the leaves with frost, and a wild goose came back with a cold voice.

After several years of famine and war, the mountain looked back at books all day.

On the way home, don't ask about the past, sing a solo and get drunk.