In the twilight of autumn, there is a taste in my heart.
Lin Qiquan
Between heaven and earth
The torment of the weather
How many fallen leaves have been shaken off?
How many withered trees, withered grass and withered yellow can be destroyed?
The bold maple red is growing crazily.
Poor white frost.
The fragrance of the wild chrysanthemum made it pale with shame.
It is in this bright beauty.
I see the power of clenching my teeth.
The chrysanthemum shakes the frost to pieces.
But in the sound of fallen leaves, he is in full bloom.
I no longer sigh
Autumn is about to leave.
Just want to stare, at this time at the end of autumn
And the romance of life.
Focus on the scenery in front of you
This is a feast for the eyes, why not do it?