Talking about welcoming autumn

The moon under water is the moon in the sky. Spring is still waiting for buds, summer is still waiting for sea breeze, autumn is still waiting for fallen leaves, and winter is still waiting for Leng Xue. And I am waiting for you in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Well, seeing autumn, I feel very drunk and beautiful, and I really want to drink.

I haven't forgotten that it was a bit cold in autumn, and you stood in the wind. Youth is like a breeze on the treetops, which takes away the last leaf in a blink of an eye.

Some people say they like you, just like a flower in full bloom by the roadside, a cloud floating in the sky by chance, or fallen leaves piled up on the ground in autumn, and then turn around and like other scenery?

One day, I suddenly found that I had nothing to love. In this way, we entered an era of wasting time. When autumn comes, migratory birds fly south. Once they leave, only fallen leaves can capture your shadow.

Before we knew it, summer was over. Autumn should be good. Everyone has learned to exercise restraint and say every word carefully. Afraid of being too hot or too cold, let it change seasons in a blink of an eye.

Maple leaves, red as fire, tell the sad beauty of autumn. Listen to the wind, autumn leaves bloom, and some things don't need to be entangled for a long time.

Accustomed to holding your hand every night and growing old with your son.

In early summer, the fallen leaves on the ground, if not among them, will be mistaken for autumn?

Time rotates in the alternation of summer and autumn, and in a flash, love becomes a cocoon. In that sparsely populated street, touch the faint injury of autumn.

There are fans in summer, wooden houses in winter, fallen leaves in autumn, kites and you in spring.

This summer, daisies forgot that the season opened early. In order to welcome the most charming season of the year, the flowers bent over with laughter.

Why are there so many fallen leaves in summer? When the wind blows, they follow everywhere. There seems to be an illusion of crisp autumn. It turns out that not all fallen leaves can take root and sprout ... because I love you, I gave up the spring breeze and wild roses, the beach and coconut juice in summer, and the fallen leaves and sunset in autumn, just to wait for your winter snowflakes.