Vacant cool autumn cold overnight, then brush the clothes, Shake Yela, but also brought waves of chrysanthemum fragrance floated rather to gently buckle ring window and then a bunch of blue wind chimes, as before this man appears in the in front of me, gently, to ray mind blown away, blow away.
In the autumn in the stands, will smell the familiar atmosphere, it is Begonia bloom along with the sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance is intoxicating scent of misty Xiren, we might borrow the warmth and comfort her, to resist losing their leaves this fall and light cold.
In the autumn of meditation, will inadvertently go to touch those who are already gathering dust for many years back, turn the old photos of those yellow letters, it was found that some people actually did not walk a longer distance, his mind was still lingering, he stayed in heart, the softest place.
To walk in the autumn, the best one after another and then sandwiched with rain and the Mu-wash all my anxieties, wash away the dust of my whole body. I am not afraid "Autumn Autumn Rain Melancholy Sharen," not afraid "to stay too Withered Lotus Sound", that is part of the beauty of autumn, even if the sad loneliness, is also a beautiful mood. Should be the phrase "should be yellow leaves fall, rain tire of moss."
Every fall, I always stubbornly melancholy by the autumn Lianqu may be autumn but did not put away because of my defiance of her desolation.
Who is in the autumn in a low, sighing, who is in the autumn will Jinse snapping it? Who is Li-Lin Zhao autumn the Indus, who is thin like yellow curtain roll westerly then? Willow coast Xiaofeng moon, wet whose normal hit, the light of whose Return Journey? Autumn has already blowing pasta, I do not know when it could wind break this layer Zen?
Autumn accompanied by flowing water, evidently close at hand, at your fingertips, but also irreparably quietly wind blowing from the side, he was also how we can sincerely volumes grip do not live. Lu a "Qiu Wan Yan to empty from the cold, Ye Lan wine to make numerous sad," the fall of the articles were very well.
夏日的繁华演尽，天空高远清淡，树叶随风簌簌作响，心念一转，又是秋天了。
空灵清凉的秋风一夜之间便拂了衣冷，摇了叶落，更是携了一阵阵菊花的清香飘然而至，轻轻地扣响窗前那一串蓝色风铃，如故人般出现在我的面前，轻轻地，将一缕思绪吹远，吹散。
在秋风中伫立，会嗅到熟悉的气息，那是海棠与桂花一起绽放的芬芳，是醉人的芬芳，缥缈袭人，不妨借取她的温暖与慰籍，来抵御这个秋天的萧索与轻寒。
在秋风中沉思，会在不经意间去触碰那些早已尘封多年的往事，翻开那些发黄的相片古老的信，才发现有些人其实并未走远，他仍在脑海萦绕，他留在了心底最柔软的地方。
在秋风中行走，最好再夹着纷纷细雨，沐涤我所有的烦忧，洗去我满身的尘埃。我不怕“秋风秋雨愁煞人”，也不怕“留得残荷听雨声”，那也是属于秋天的韵味，即便伤感孤独，也是一种美丽心情。应了那句“秋应为黄叶，雨不厌青苔”。
每到秋天，我总是这样固执地借秋风敛去惆怅，可秋风却不因我的违拗而收起她的悲凉。
是谁在秋风中低低地叹息，又是谁在秋风中将锦瑟弹响呢？是谁立着梧桐淋着秋雨，又是谁帘卷西风瘦似黄花呢？杨柳岸的晓风残月，湿了谁的青衫，淡了谁的归程？秋风早已吹过心面，不知何时能吹破这一层禅机？
秋风伴着流水，分明近在咫尺，触手可及，又无可挽回地从身边悄悄拂过，任我们怎样恳切也卷握不住。陆游一句“秋晚雁来空自寒，夜阑酒尽不胜悲”，可谓做足了秋天的文章。