Text/Red Moon

Autumn wind blows gently, blowing the beauty of autumn, leaving the troubles of teenagers behind in the season when wild chrysanthemums are fragrant. ...

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The autumn wind is strong, blowing away tenderness;

The lingering autumn rain brings acacia.

It's autumn, and the wind is full of stars and cold. Open the window will feel cool, will feel the autumn wind and autumn rain, sad fans. "When the first leaf falls, I know that autumn is coming quietly. So, put on that warm milky cashmere sweater and take good care of this sad season. Milky white is his favorite color. He said I looked more like a doll in milky white.

When the fragrance of chrysanthemums begins to diffuse, I always think of the small town full of wild chrysanthemums in my memory. I know I have something on my mind, such as the irresistible growth of vines and grass under the call of spring. My heart is the wild chrysanthemum on the grass in front of the building. My heart is the wild chrysanthemum on the slope of my hometown town.

In the small town in my memory, the poetry of wild chrysanthemums should be everywhere this season, right? Are you still deeply homesick for the sigh that people are thinner than yellow flowers when you tasted chrysanthemums with me on a small slope?

Colorful rich chrysanthemums on the soil slope are content with a plain and pure situation and are not afraid. It has the appearance of indifference, such as water; It has experienced the destruction of wind and frost, like a sword. Silently telling the story of autumn, some small promises. ...