In August, listen to the wind and rain, see the shadow of flowers, and understand life

The autumn wind in August, Wutong leaves, an autumn flower with elegant posture, faint fragrance floating, and the last cicada sound are still in my ears. A rain, a lotus withers, and the most beautiful words are hidden in the petals.

The autumn water is long, and the branches of the years are still green, just a little more vicissitudes, and some yellow embellishment.

A few autumn clouds cross the mountain, listening to a few birds, a few clumps of flowers and trees, blocking the intersection of autumn. The flowing water is gurgling, and the red and green are scattered. In the depths of the season, the love of the years is thin.

The autumn wind is cool, and the breeze counts the fallen leaves, one by one falling in order, telling the drift of life in an orderly manner.

Walking on the autumn path, the last heat can not support the erosion of the autumn wind. Only the falling leaves are flying all over the sky, leaving the autumn water. Let us feel that autumn is coming again.

Waving yesterday, let the past go with the wind. At the end of summer, standing at the ferry in autumn, we can see the scenery in front of us and have a colorful start.

The ups and downs of life are all due to the impermanence of the world, and the intensity of feelings is only due to the change of seasons and the flow of time.

Time flies, life will eventually grow old, and the face will also draw old blue shirts, depict memories, and soften the years.

Such time, half elegant, half sad, wandering life, like a leaf, walking in the wind and rain, in the soft time, I seem to see myself.

Enjoy the autumn scenery with an ordinary heart. A sigh in the autumn wind makes the sadness fall in the bottom of my heart.

Listening to the wind and rain, watching the shadow of flowers, autumn's word cards have fallen silent into full swing. The courtyard is a little deep, and the leaves of Wutong are waiting for the autumn. The vicissitudes of life finally replace the sentimental person into the artistic conception of autumn painting.

Autumn heart is tied up, there is always a flower representing a mood. On a calm day, the eyes of the autumn water are clear, but the old time is filtered?

The prosperity is not there. In the misty autumn, I send my love to the autumn water. The autumn sun sprinkles beautiful colors and falls into the water.

Life is like a dream. In spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons are in the cycle of dreams. In the happy time, I also let myself forget my sadness. I wrote happiness in small letters on red paper.

The season turns into autumn, and it is already the time when the flowers on the path are hidden in the cold moon, the cold mountains are lonely, the shadows are fragrant, the bamboo shadows on the horizontal windows, and the cold cicadas are crying.

As time goes by, we have walked through the vicissitudes of life with a smile. We have had a beautiful life, and we have also experienced the wind and rain, the warmth and cold of human relations, and the cold of the world. We bear it silently. The deep and shallow edge, the joys and sorrows, and the joys and sorrows have all infiltrated into life.

The journey of life is a journey of both wind and rain, running thousands of miles, bumping and bumping all the way, crossing the ravines, walking nonstop, eating and sleeping all the way, experiencing vicissitudes, growing and maturing.

Appreciate the nature, appreciate the flowers, watch the flowers fall in a season, treasure and understand, be calm and calm, and travel in a hurry. It is only a gain and loss, which is better than the mood of exile. It also gives the soul a free and easy life.