The original text of the thoughts of the autumn leaves, the thoughts of the autumn

On a late autumn morning, when I opened the door, the ground was full of golden leaves, thick and soft, and I stepped on it gently, as if walking on a velvet carpet, and I experienced it carefully, like a fairy dream, and I forgot everything around me for a while. I love this scene—this autumn leaves.

The breeze is clear, the fallen leaves are like ten thousand colorful butterflies flying, under the reflection of the morning glow, red as agate, yellow into the jade piece, very gorgeous; The branches of the tree rustle, like affectionately for the leaves that have departed; The fallen leaf B is so peaceful and without grievances. At this time, I would always carefully pick up one of them, admire them infatuatedly, and fantasize about stringing them together and embellishing them into golden clothes, and wearing them on my body, maybe they would look particularly beautiful. (I picked up some beautiful leaves and often brought them back to my hut), carefully tucked them in thick books, and after a few days they were taken out, and they became good specimens.

Or, I'll tie a small bow on the specimen with colored thread to make a beautiful natural bookmark; Or carefully tape them to the wall and put them together to form beautiful figures.

Some people like young leaves, C; Someone likes green leaves, ding. But I love the autumn leaves, they never boast, they don't ask for praise, they come silently, they go silently, they have walked the way they ought to go, they have done everything they ought to do, or they are reduced to ashes, or they are willing to melt into ......the soil for the shade of tomorrow's green trees, and they are still silent and peaceful

Ah, I miss you so much—the autumn leaves!

I often pick up some beautiful leaves to bring back to my cabin.

There is a Chuxi River in Shangrao, there is a time park commercial street park next to the Chuxi River, the park is built according to the Chuxi River, and the Chuxi River goes around the park, which has become a good place for me to take a walk in the morning and evening.

Tonight, I am on the bank of the Chuxi River, on the big stone on the lawn of the park, leaning on the stone and facing the river, looking up at the starry sky, listening to the Himalaya**"Autumn Thoughts", **can calm people's hearts.

Autumn's thoughts, who am I missing?

The one who lives in the soul forever will never forget, linger, and ask for nothing. The Si people have gone, and the long river of time has passed, but the memory is as warm as ever.

Who do I miss the most? My father, the man who loves me the most in the world. His love is like air, invisible or touchable, but everywhere.

Who do I miss the most? My son, the one I love most in the world. In swaddling clothes, I am afraid that you will not be able to speak or walk; When I was young, I was afraid that you would not have enough food and clothing, and that you would be blown by the wind and rain; When I was a teenager, I was afraid that you would be depressed, that you would be confused, that you would lose your studies, and that your son would not take care of his ......

Autumn's thoughts, thoughts are because there is love, and love is a happy thing in this world, even if you are not around, you can feel warm.

Destined to meet but not to stay together, why bother to know each other again? Wrong, wrong, wrong, Hanada.

You, Rong Ma all your life, tired;

I, infatuated for a lifetime, cried.

You came in a hurry, you went in a hurry, why did you tie me?

The fish stopped, the weather warmed up, and you're gone.

The wind was up, it was cold, and I cried.

I don't know what it is, but I still wait, waiting for a miracle from heaven to lead us back in time so that we can start all over again.

But it is like a dream, the sea and the moon are bright, the falling flowers are intentional, the flowing water is ruthless, and the deceased is like this.

It is said that when you make a thousand and one wishes in the face of a shooting star, the wish will come true.

But I can't see the meteor, is there even hope in the air?

I can't see hope, what should I do?

The Creator gave me black eyes, and I used him to find the dawn.

The bright moon is shadowless, and the autumn wind is sorrowful.

Hurt, so painful; Thought, so endlessly. Only then did I understand that after a pain, although you can let go of many things, many people, you still can't erase your face from your heart.

Always singing on days when the leaves are falling, always melancholy on days when the sun is like blood.

Then, look at the happiness of others and shed tears for yourself.