Children's eyes see solar terms

Autumn, a very unique season, gray-blue sky, hazy moonlight, vicissitudes of the trunk, to ordinary autumn, painted with a gorgeous color, so that it is ordinary, revealing unique insights and beauty. The autumn wind is not over, mixed with a little chill, and I am very sad when I step on the rustling path. Everything in the past, including happiness, including crying, is over. With more constraints, more rules, more discipline and the existence of dreams, we should work hard. Everyone should set their own goals and then work hard for them. Perhaps, we are all fragile children, unwilling to express and unwilling to give up. Now I start to squat down, pick up a fallen leaf and count the visible textures. I think life is so important that the wind blows for a while. How many little leaves are there to find their mother? This short and meaningful ceremony is neither grand nor gorgeous, but it seems a little depressing in the autumn wind, but the end of the past is also the beginning of the present. Leaves have fallen off and gone deep into the soil, which can also be used as nutrients. We will continue, start again, and there will be new winds. Beautiful fallen leaves, without the fragrance of lemon, without the luxury of peony, without the purity of lily, without the nobility of lily of the valley, just the leaves falling from the tree, no one will know. But who knows its nobility, purity, luxury and fragrance? I think only a boring person like me will care! I am also like these fallen leaves, so I can find the beauty of them. "Autumn Wind" tells the story of autumn wind, blowing gently. She said: the leaves in the wind are beautiful, not too much.