Autumn thoughts

Autumn thoughts

Do not spend the romance of summer flowers, into the quiet beauty of autumn leaves, a casual look back, showing a different landscape, yellow leaves, chrysanthemum Zhengyan, fresh fruit, the warm waves reflect the autumn leaves, but also drunk my heart. Every day, I am used to sitting in front of the window, with the softness of my heart, I string the words into rosary beads and write them on the letterhead of the years. Those bright or sad ones have become the imprint of my heart. I don't need to add too much decoration, and I don't want anyone to read it. Just because I can still feel its temperature when I look back many years later. Sometimes I will quietly walk on the path of the park under the house, lean under the tree, look at the withered lotus leaves in the pond, listen to the song of the bird, immerse myself in the artistic conception of a book, depend on the book, cherish the present and the past, and indulge in my thoughts.

After retirement, I like the quiet days every day, and I prefer the beautiful sentences in the book, where there is a bright moon breeze, white clouds and flowing water, as well as an Enron where autumn chrysanthemums are yellow and spring flowers bloom. The bleak autumn wind, a little cool, the autumn leaves falling from the treetops, dancing with the wind, dressed up the earth into a golden world in one night. I hold the fallen leaves in one hand, smell the silent fragrance in the autumn wind, read the desolation of autumn, hold the fallen leaves in one hand, enjoy the colors of autumn, close my eyes slightly, and listen to the gentle flow of the years.

I often think that there are too many stories in this world, there are too many entanglements in this vulgar dust, the flowers bloom and fall, the moon is short of a full moon, as long as you open a window of your heart, there will be light clouds and light wind. Let go of the senseless process, vacate the inner world, and let the beauty go into the heart. Just like this autumn, after experiencing the bitterness of winter, the brilliance of spring and the passion of summer, autumn looks full and full. Like life, it will be accumulated and fruitful only after the vicissitudes of the years. When you have suffered in life, you will know how to be sweet; when you have been in pain, you will know how to cherish it; if you have been sweet, you will know more about contentment. Now, after going through the vicissitudes of life, I will find that the health of parents, the safety of children, and the harmony of life are the most important and happiest things in life. Reading and appreciation of American articles

In this late autumn to interpret the joys and sorrows of life is a kind of relief; in this late autumn to interpret the ups and downs of life is a kind of open-minded; in this late autumn to interpret the variety of society is a kind of Zen; in this late autumn to interpret the rise and fall of leaf yellow leaf green is a kind of perception; in this late autumn to interpret the boundless dignified years is a kind of realm. Life is actually a circle, from the beginning to the end, no matter how far will return to the original place, become zero, starting from here, will also return to here.

In the evening, silently overlooking the intoxicating afterglow of the setting sun, savoring the refreshing freshness, enjoying a peace and beauty alone, should be a kind of luxury that is difficult to ask for. This autumn, is so quiet and beautiful, leaves falling silent, fruit hanging on the branches, this is a mature and charming season. Autumn rhyme, like old age, has reached the age of honor or disgrace. Without the barbarism and recklessness of youth, it is more contemplation and contemplation. No longer worry too much about gains and losses, but more to see ahead. Yes, just stand high, waiting for the flowers to blossom and fall. Looking at the water flowing to the east and the sun falling to the west at dusk, some are just indifferent and leisurely.

The fingers are too wide and the time is too narrow. Life is really too short, time is too good to be used, life is in such a hurry, more than sixty years have passed in the twinkling of an eye. It took away how many joys and sorrows, some things have not had time to recall, a season, a year passed. Just like this autumn, overnight, autumn leaves are covered with paths, and Luhua is stained with branches. Low eyebrow fireworks, read leisure, the only thing to do after retirement is to use a touch of ink to draw the thin Qinghuan, with a hot heart, write a paragraph of the text, plant the warmth of the sun for yourself, plant a flower of the heart, to strive to pick a happy seed, at that time, for crying, crying real, can laugh, laugh stretch.

Under the setting sun, I suddenly thought of a poem by Xin Qiji in the Song Dynasty: a few days and spring is like a strong wine, and the flower arrangement is drunk for a thousand hours. Old age is like sick wine in spring. Only. Chaou fragrant seal seal small curtain. The wind of crippling flowers is still undecided. Don't hate. The flower blossoms the yuan to want the spring breeze, ask who can see the spring return. Feiyan, come and meet in the sunset. Half of my life has passed, once the wine is like water to drink, now I have smelled the tea, faded away the glitz, and boiled the past into tea. No matter how reluctant you are to let go, it never turns around or stays for anyone. Leaning on the colorful autumn days, watching the leaves fall back to dust, silently feeling the quiet beauty of time, gently brushing a heartstring, appreciating the beauty of autumn, leaving a little calmness to my own state of mind, I think most people in the world should be like this.