In the early winter, a touch of floating thoughts came out

For a long time, I snuggled up to the gate fence in late autumn, and a cold autumn wind swirled. My thoughts, like a touch of fluttering catkins, slid across the fertile fields in the cold season. The Autumn Thoughts floated all over the ground. The brown leaves in the deep pool, the autumn wind was vast, the love water was overflowing, and the reed catkins danced in layers. The kingfisher on the autumn branches sang happily, and a touch of cool chrysanthemum madly dyed the fence garden. A row of wild geese swept over the top of the mountains and quietly settled in the beautiful and charming southern country.

Hey... It's getting cooler in autumn this season.

The thoughts gradually stopped at the heart lake in late autumn. Sometimes it was quiet and quiet, sometimes the cold wind was bleak, and the wisps of residual leaves fell leisurely. The autumn branches danced with a trace of melancholy. The faint fragrance condensed all over the small towns and streets in the south of the Yangtze River. The white walls and black tiles, ancient fences, autumn water flowing rhyme, old white paper propaganda were sensational, and the autumn grass leaves hid in the deep courtyard to complain. The wind blew cool chrysanthemums, floating a burst of fragrance and blowing a burst of melancholy, and the garden was full of chrysanthemums, In the cold winter, the leaves of the pond began to tremble, and the leaves of the pond began to flow quietly in the cold winter.

In the slight cold, the dead branches danced in the wind, and the fish in the pond swayed and swayed. After a while, they hid at the bottom of the pond. In the past, the emerald tea mountain became so dim. The village was quiet and desolate, and the leaves were yellow and dead branches. The wind splashed everywhere and gradually filled the ridge. The smoke curled up in the farm, and the cattle, sheep, pigs and mules kept shouting. The amorous village women were busy feeding the animals, and the firewood incense in the stove gradually overflowed. The distant mountains are silent, the pond water is cold, the spring water is withering, and a few swallows rush desperately through the ridge and plain to fly to the depths of the south. The wild wind blows wildly in the mountains, the north wind and the west wind are cool alone, the green fields are cold and blue, and a touch of thoughts dance lightly. In this way, the footsteps of this early winter always come quietly and happily let you and me accept it.

The once colorful Jiangnan, the emerald bamboo forest, the joy of running water... Is drifting away.

After the end of the season, the cold color gradually rises and becomes gray and cold in an instant. The cold air rises continuously in the air. Only the rows of red lanterns hang under the eaves and still shake in the early cold. The shops, restaurants, flower shops, food shops, coffee shops and dress shops facing the street are still bustling, hurried, delicious and fragrant. The warmth gradually rises in the cold wind. The small bridge is cold and the water is lonely, A leaf of the boat swam across the water. The woman indulged in rocking the oar and putting the song on, and her mouth whispered the sound of selling. The wupeng roamed, the rhyme of winter water flow, the ballads in the south of the Yangtze River, the red show face and the silver hairpin flattered the small town in the south of the Yangtze River in the early winter and warmed your and my mind.

The winter branches dance on the bank, the streams are murmuring cold, and the river water is beautiful. It integrates poetry in the distant torrent, and splashes ink into the beautiful scenery of the bank in early winter.

Just by chance, under the pouring of a touch of warm sun, the life is still plain. The fragrance of boiling a pot of warm tea is so fragrant and warm. At the beginning of this year, the tea and rice are light, the clothes are warm, the food is sufficient, the hedges are carefully repaired, a roll of dancing poetry is held, and the taste is slow in the cold silence, so that this winter is as plain as water, the vegetarian embroidered clothes are as lacquer as glue, and the red is warm, which temporarily strangles the sadness, joy, aggression, unhappiness and disturbance, and gradually turns the thoughts that once fluctuated and whirled in the four seasons into tranquility and serenity in this early winter day, and the water of the river is quiet, The fragrance of cold chrysanthemums fills the streets and lanes, with clusters of chrysanthemums blooming and cold fragrance overflowing. It is so lonely, so cold and charming. In this early winter, it aftertastes the romantic, colorful, bumpy and deciduous thoughts left by the vicissitudes of the years. The dust of the world settled in the lonely and cold winter. Looking at the end of 3000 prosperous and luxuriant days, the earth's cycle goes by, and time flows like water, either happy, worried, thinking or thinking, In this early winter, there is a touch of floating thoughts.

The years are hurried and cold, and the road of severe winter is long. The winter rain is floating outside the window. The rain is rustling and the cold flowers are blooming. It gently beats my heart and extends to the long cold winter