Time flies so fast, and there is no time to embrace the spring sun. I turn around inadvertently, and it is another hearty autumn. Looking back on the past, waving goodbye to the dark green figure of summer that is fading away, there is a kind of involuntary giving up in my heart.

If you want to stay, you can't. Some misses last a lifetime.

Time is quicksand on your fingertips. Only when it flows over your head, will this short time that belongs to you stop flowing and freeze everything in this life. There are no ifs and afterlifes in life, so I have to learn to let go. When

The past is like smoke, all you can do is travel lightly, appreciate the autumn of this season, read the autumn mood, and feel the autumn sky.

If a person's life is compared to spring, summer, autumn and winter in a year, then people of my age are autumn. In the autumn of my age, I encounter the golden autumn of the four seasons, and there is a sense of maturity and a little bit of vicissitudes everywhere. This

Autumn can realize one's thoughts and one's dreams. The reluctance to look back, the nostalgia in the faint smile, the helplessness in hesitation and stop, and the deep affection in the quiet words are all left in the quiet autumn.

The charm brought by late autumn is like a person who has experienced ups and downs in middle age and has reached the realm of honor and disgrace, just like a drop of morning dew or a fallen leaf.

Although the vicissitudes of time have changed his appearance, his heart has calmed down. Time has tempered his will, but it has also enriched his legacy. He has also learned to look down on the glitz of the world. He no longer has the childishness of his youth.

And recklessness, what is left is more prudent and mature. He will not think too much about gains and losses, but will face the front more, leaving a solid weight.

Autumn comes from the rhythm of the seasons and brings me into a poetic time. The sun is so gentle, the air is still so refreshing, the same flowers are full of the moon, the same sky-blue water is beautiful, but there is more time on my face. The past

Traces. The seasonal colors outside the window are still so bright, with bunches of bright yellow showing through the dark green. The fluffy little yellow osmanthus flowers are not eye-catching, but they give the strongest fragrance to the autumn that loves you deeply, and to the people who like you, to the world.

A feast of fragrance.

The four seasons go from shallow to deep, and life goes from light to heavy. Looking back on the path I have walked under the corridors of time, I feel the joy of flowers and the melancholy of flowers. I feel the temperature of the season and the warmth of human feelings. I am holding a book and a cup

Sitting in front of the window with tea, my eyes are full of poetry, and my fingertips seem to be blooming. Dip the tip of my pen with thick cinnamon, string the pure beauty in my heart into a rosary, and write it on the stationery of the years, engraved with the mark of time.

and the recitation of poetry.

Sit quietly with time, enjoy the scenery as you wish, the scenery stays in the tea at this time, with a little desire to appreciate the world, the world also stays in my heart. The tea I am talking about is actually a cup of warm boiled water. I am very

I don’t make much tea, and I don’t know much about China’s long tea culture. It’s not that I don’t know how to enjoy life, or that I’m ignorant, but I like the light and refreshing taste of boiled water, just like the clear and high sky in this golden autumn, the taste of simple days

Very good. In this life, from morning to night, from the sparkling love to the blooming hair, time will realize everything, and time will always give us what we want.

The beauty of life lies in the undying hope in our hearts. When we are tired, we will stop for a while, recall the past scenery, review the road we have traveled, review the past years, in some understatement of the past, maybe we can always have a clear understanding of the past.

The feeling is warm, and I can always realize that the beauty of life does not lie in how bright it is, but in whether you have found your true self and whether there is something that can activate your soul.

In the early morning of the golden autumn in October, a yellow leaf danced in the breeze, and the coolness made the morning dew turn slightly white. The palm-sized sycamore leaves slowly floated in the air full of rich cinnamon. From sprouting on the branch to returning to its roots, it calmly completed this big task.

The process of contrast lies quietly on the ground, and then turns into a grain of mud in the wind, frost, rain and dew. Germination is the beginning of life, and falling leaves is for the continuation of life. Life can be said to be a journey, one mountain after another.

If time runs out, I always want to reach, just like those roads that cross mountains and rivers. Just to find the way home.

Picking up a piece of fallen cinnamon leaves in the morning breeze, respecting life and loving life. A breeze, a touch of sunshine, a body of wind, rain, snow, frost, are all the books I have read. Every journey has a loss, a journey.

Gain something. It is not to over-whitewash sadness, nor to over-exaggerate happiness. Maintain a calm and calm attitude, neither sad nor happy, like the light coolness and light beauty of this golden autumn. Regardless of the hustle and bustle of the world, plant bodhicitta in your heart and persist in it.

Zen mind, facing unknown pain and joy with a normal mind.

Speaking of autumn scenery, you will definitely think of the moon. The flowers of the full moon float from the west. When everything returns to its original color, the bright moonlight quietly sneaks into the soul and illuminates a quiet place on the autumn night. Since ancient times, the bright moon has been

The darling of autumn. On a refreshing autumn night, it is very pleasant to sit alone in the yard, embrace the white moonlight, and listen to the melodious chirping of insects. Let your heart be immersed in the quiet and profound moonlight.

If you want a pair of powerful wings, you can fly to the Guanghan Palace on the moon and see if the leaves of the big tree have turned yellow. The autumn on the moon must be beautiful. I am a person who likes fantasy, but I also

Know that life is always full of challenges, and all good things are for those who are prepared. When we strive for our dreams, we may suffer a little and be a little tired, but when we walk to the edge of the poor water and sit and watch the clouds rise,

, our dreams will eventually come. The delicate moonlight allows me to clearly recognize my position, allowing me to settle down, enrich myself, not be impatient, and live until I learn.

The autumn moon is the eternal scenery in the night. The most beautiful scenery in life is always on the road. Whether it is withering or blooming, it has its own beauty. Suddenly looking back, we are not the scenery in the eyes of others. All efforts in life are for the better.

Everything in life is to meet a better self. Borrow a handful of charming moonlight, pour yourself a glass of good water, find half an acre of flower fields in the flat poetry, plant the wind and moon, cut out a wisp of poetry, and the autumn day is like
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