Urgent essay about autumn! Be imposing and loose

Those memories are like old movies, full of restlessness and intermissions, and the projector projection screen shows those lingering images. Sitting in the seat, some fragments cannot be completely reproduced, but I still have nostalgia for those dry stories. The foreshadowing of some stories shows the back, and perhaps the current separation is the foreshadowing of yesterday.

When my heart is cold, I can't help but reminisce, and there is always a scene in those old films that makes people's blood boil, and my heart rises and falls. ­

I like churches and Buddhist halls, Gothic castle buildings or Chinese-style carved columns. But he was never in it for Mass or prayer. I am afraid that the partiality of my heart will make happiness miss out, I have been in awe in front of various gods, I dare not have too many requests, I only pray that you can be safe, even if it is a hard life, even if it is mediocre and monotonous like an ant, I would like to think that you will not have a blank, the same blue sky, different tracks, will you bow your head and smile when you miss me?

An old song "Dawn of Late Autumn", the heart of listening to it is also relieved, the north wind is sluggish, shaking off the prosperity of the grass and trees, the dried leaves are trampled by passers-by, and the scars on the trunk are like empty eyes, watching the cycle of the seasons and the change of roles. I once thought that I could meet you by crossing this road, and a surprise look up somewhere on the intersection of the roads, you are like me, often avoiding and pursuing, but what should come and what should go is not affected by attitude. In a certain detail of the MV, the male protagonist puts his girlfriend's hand in the palm of his hand and breathes, although the heat will soon dissipate, but the heartfelt care will be absorbed into the palm of his hand.

The girl looked up shyly. ­

I would like to sit on the bench with you for a while, and talk about my recent idleness: when I have insomnia, I look through the window at how the rose-colored sky slowly brightens; "The Legend of Lang Huan" how many books of the Emperor of Heaven are in the collection, and what kind of wonderful division they are are not known;Talking and falling asleep.

When people are silent, they are all times of taste, and the sweet or sour past is filtered again, and Anne of "The Legend of the Moon Begonia" put her sleeping husband's hand next to her face when she woke up in the middle of the night, crying inexplicably. can understand her actions, the hard-won happiness, and the gratitude to God, these tears are incomprehensible to a person who has been smooth sailing. Heaven doesn't give you the best of both worlds.

The temperature continues to drop, but the stars are getting brighter and brighter. ­

You are like a swaying light in a lantern on the way of walking, and if it goes out, I think I will grow old soon.

On the morning of September 17, 21....

Yu Dafu's "Autumn in the Old Capital" is extremely well written.

Shi Tiesheng's "Autumn Remembrance".

When I see this title, I can only think of Yu Dafu's "Autumn in the Old Capital"...

The autumn of Yu Dafu's former capital is a superb work.

Go to Zhu Ziqing, Yu Qiuyu's prose collection to find.