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I love autumn [original].
I love autumn days, autumn days are the cleanest, like a baby's innocent eyes, not allowing a trace of distraction.
I love the autumn clouds, so leisurely, as if far away from the world, the sorrows and joys of the world have nothing to do with him.
I love the autumn wind, so sassy, gently sweeping the world, telling the fallen leaves not to have any attachment. The season is the season, and the joy and sorrow are the joy and sorrow.
I love the autumn sunset, the red like a drunk, soaking the twilight.
But isn't autumn bleak and lonely in the eyes of others?
Autumn wind and autumn rain are sad, isn't that exactly how it is described?
After experiencing the vigor of spring and the prosperity of summer, I have absorbed how much innocence and romance I have absorbed. I saw that Qiu's face was still bright.
The years have marked him with maturity, but his heart has not been polluted by the world.
I love autumn, that free and easy, that unique, that indifferent.
Absolutely original.,It's just that it's been written before.。。。
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My originality is very average, but I have worked hard to convey the feeling of autumn to you, and I hope to be lucky.
Yinqiu: It's not that leaf withered.
Broken thoughts: It's not that whispering.
I fell to the dust and sought some peace.
You fly to the sky, looking for a little bit of anxiety.
Russell is a faint sorrow.
The scroll is a deep gaze.
Looking back on a lifetime of waiting.
See through half a lifetime of enmity.
Don't be in the ancient town of Zizhou.
I secretly want to invite you to travel one day.
You forget the clear sky of Hirakawa.
I miss the north flow of the Mohe River.
Autumn is coming, a flower is blue.
Gone with the wind, is the smoke of the past.
It's still the wandering heart.
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The autumn wind blows in the sand, dyeing the fields yellow and the maple leaves red, bringing a touch of coolness.
A line of geese flying south.
Flocks of holy white doves.
Patches of red maple leaves.
Trickling streams.
The world is dotted with autumn.
This is the breath of autumn.
Autumn is coming. Gorgeous and colorful autumn.
It is harvest season.
This is long overdue autumn key knows.
The town of Empty Bright is in my sight.
Autumn is not poetry.
She has a poetic charm.
The grass is still clinging. Autumn chrysanthemums compete for beauty.
Autumn is not a song.
She can let go of Autumn's voice.
Sing to the earth. Reverberates the melody of the rolling wheat waves.
In the autumn season.
The sound of flowing water on the small bridge is euphemistic.
Basho listens to the rain and is cool.
Mei Xiang sang beautifully.
Only the fiery red maple leaves.
There are also golden autumn chrysanthemums.
Decorate a beautiful landscape.
A shawl that makes poetry.
Looking for Autumn's lover.
Autumn water. Surging with autumn thoughts.
Revel in the autumn mood.
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Autumn is in the ** autumn in the fat melons and fruits. There are oranges here, persimmons there, and sweet and crunchy jujubes. Tick mile tick mile.
Miles and miles, Tick miles, autumn in the mouths of children.
Autumn in** Autumn in** Autumn in that abundant farmland. There is rice here.
Ah, there's the peppers, and the green cabbage. Di Li Di Li, Di Li Di Li, Di Li Di Li, autumn in the smiling faces of farmers.
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There are many signs that autumn is coming, the first is that the leaves are yellow, and they begin to fall from the branches, and the golden yellow is spread on the ground, the second is that the swallows begin to migrate from the north to the south, and the third is that more migratory birds such as geese will be found in the sky to migrate to the south, and fly in line, the fourth is that the rice is ripe, and people begin to harvest rice, the fifth is that the soybeans are ripe, and people begin to harvest soybeans, and the sixth is that the corn is ripe, and people begin to harvest corn, and the seventh is to start the autumn harvest, referred to as the autumn harvest, Harvest potatoes, sweet potatoes, cotton, peanuts, radish, cabbage, eggplant, walnuts, chestnuts.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see the South Mountain.