The feeling that summer is coming to an end, bid farewell to summer and welcome autumn.

1. Summer is coming to an end. Let me meet you in summer.

2. It's almost over. Summer is coming to an end without you.

3, cicadas sing all summer, you only use a goodbye.

I know you in summer, and I leave you in summer, just as the sunshine in summer is bound to be bright and the showers in summer are dark.

No one ever said anything in August. Summer has passed, and it is not autumn yet.

6. Spring is the nose, summer is the wind blowing through the sleeves, and autumn is the towering sky. By the time I realized it, winter was already over half.

7. When the swallows come back with green in their hands in a hurry in the coming year, will you still bow your head under the camphor tree like the summer when you were seventeen, and then meet me in that long, psychedelic and endless summer?

8. Since you will always miss each other, what is there to worry about? I will remember your profile with a nostalgic gesture. Miss, not miss. At the beginning of summer, the cicada's folded and twisted summer refused to admit that we were parallel lines. The end of summer goes into hibernation early, filtering out sadness and ignorance. After all, you dyed my summer green.