Describe the beautiful early September
2. September turned out to be just a farewell song living in the distance of memory, just like raindrops hitting everyone's heart.
3. In September, through all the temperatures left by summer, I carved a misty flower on the window lattice, leaving a little sadness in my heart. Let the memory pass at the tip of the pen.
As soon as September comes, autumn comes. It slips away in the foggy dawn and disappears in the hot afternoon. It tiptoed past the top of the tree, leaving a few leaves and falling leaves in a cluster of flying valleys.
At the beginning of September, it was crisp in autumn, and at dusk, Zhou Ying began to flourish. Leave home at leisure and give birth to Iris step by step.
At the beginning of September, the sky was blue, the sun was shining, and the green was still spreading in a big way. The wind has not blown the gold everywhere, and the weather is neither too cold nor too hot. Walking outside the street, my eyes can still capture the aftertaste of summer, but my pores are open, and I can get drunk and drink the breath of autumn.