Drunk Thoughts of Autumn The flowing light of autumn is as graceful as a dream. In the dream, the flowers fall like rain and flow beautifully. Dream catcher, wake up and ignite a colorful autumn.

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The autumn light is bright, and the whispers of Juanjuan are flowing in the clear lake water. Perhaps, this autumn is a shadow, reflected obliquely in the water, showing various colors, red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, like a bright watercolor box. The wind moves lightly, leaving behind the fragments of autumn, like a lingering song, singing the autumn years. I accidentally knocked over the watercolor box, and the colors in the box naturally spread, flowed, and merged into an autumn look. In the lake, there is a pool of autumn water, full of tenderness, wrinkled by the cool breeze, slightly rippling, and making ripples. Fragmented petals and some fiery red maple leaves dance with the water. Suddenly I smell the autumn fragrance, floating in the form of ripples and blooming, and I am drunk by the weeping willows by the pond. Occasionally, a dragonfly flies across the water and falls into the pond with a faint sound, breaking the loneliness of autumn. Beside the small bridge, the woman admiring the flowers lowered her eyes and stared, her eyes fell, the flowers and leaves were falling and covered with wounds, and she suddenly felt that her autumn heart was torn in two. As a result, autumn's thoughts are full of poetry, like a natural oil painting suddenly unfolding, and autumn fairy tales bloom beautifully.

(2)

The flowers are blooming on the street, and the willows are lingering.

What is eye-catching is the autumn colors, which tug at the heart. Those wisps, clusters, and golden patches intoxicated half of the countryside. When the wind blows, poetry flourishes. The willow tree dances with its yellow-brown skirt, shaking slightly, and the yellow leaves fall, making a rustling sound. Looking forward, the autumn leaves have dyed half of the sky yellow, like yellow butterflies, dancing gracefully. In the blink of an eye, the leaves fall and the soft rustling sound disturbs the emotions in the heart, leaving a feeling of loneliness and sadness. Not far away, flowers are blooming enchantingly, smiles are blooming, and the warm floral fragrance is wafting through the streets. Just like the rouge lightly applied on the face of a beautiful woman, it has a faint fragrance and is intoxicating.

In the villages in the distance, smoke curls up, and the atmosphere of autumn is dim. In the distance, there are two black spots, slowly entering my field of vision. Nearby, there are two children, carrying schoolbags, one behind the other, the elder brother chasing behind, the younger brother running, laughing and cheering. At this time, the younger brother suddenly stopped and stood in front of the flower. There was a chrysanthemum blooming vigorously, so he freed his hand to pick it. The chrysanthemum seemed to understand people's wishes. She moved her body back, scowled with a sullen face, "You bad boy, you have never seen a beautiful woman!" The elder brother behind him had already come over, grabbed his younger brother's hand, and said commandingly: " Stop picking it, you are willing to pick such a beautiful flower!" The younger brother was startled at first, and then burst into laughter. He hugged his brother, hummed a country tune, and strode toward the school. At this time, the wind smiles, and the flowers also smile, smiling brightly, like the smiling faces of children.

(3)

The night is silent and the cold sounds are broken.

The continuous autumn rain falls on the back of the night, giving birth to an autumn dream. In the dream, flowers fall and people are heartbroken. After the rain, I opened the window and looked out. The cool air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and the smell of moisture. At this time, before the wine arrived, my heart was already drunk. Drink a pot of sake by yourself and sigh, "Autumn wind, autumn rain and autumn are terrible." Perhaps, the woman with flowers in mind stood in front of the window, raised her slender hands, crushed the petals full of book fragrance, and threw them out the window, where a shower of petals fell. There is the sound of the flute in the distance, passing through the dust, blowing in the cold night, lingering on the gentle fingertips, and condensing into a touch of sentiment in the poet's writing. In a trance, Zuihong is worried about something, a curtain is throbbing, and he is full of worries.

The rings of time have crushed yesterday’s feelings and hopes. The pure traces leave only a touch of sadness, engraved in the heart. The autumn chrysanthemums outside the window are full of rain, calling you again and again with a warm voice. As a result, some romantic stories stagnated at the tip of my eyebrows. A line of clear tears remained on the eyelids.

(4)

The bright moon hangs high and the autumn wind blows quietly.

The thin mist is like a layer of gauze, shrouding it, hazy and depressing. At this time, I want to hold the bright moon in my arms and indulge in the rain of petals.

On the horizon, a bluebird circled in the dark sky, and suddenly landed on a branch, listening to the whispers of autumn. The melodious and desolate cry dripped into the cold night, turning into traces of melancholy, infecting all the thoughts.

In the haze, I seemed to have traveled through a reincarnation, walking on the footsteps of the wind and walking along the riverside.

The clear and cold river surface is filled with ripples and ripples, filled with moist mist. Gradually, a small boat came from far and near, with lovesickness on one end and sorrow on the other.

I stopped and wanted to keep the small boat, but it rowed away and gradually went away, leaving only a little gray memory. Come in a hurry, leave in a hurry, what's wrong with life?

From far away on the shore, the sound of the guzheng floats in, filling my heart. It tells of the everlasting sadness and melancholy.

I followed the sound of the piano and walked towards the pavilion. There was a pure and clean woman, as beautiful as a peach blossom, with almond-shaped eyes and willow eyebrows, and a pink face with rouge. She sat playing the piano, and her faint thoughts shook off the keys, shaking off the dust of her life. The subtle music slowly slides into the eardrums, with a cool and penetrating charm.

I listened quietly and got drunk in the sad and graceful music.

I asked: "Girl, why are you so sad!"

She smiled sweetly and said, "How do you know what's on my mind?"

Me She said: "The sound of the piano is so faint and heart-wrenching, why don't you know it?"

She said: "It's hard to look back on the past, which makes people full of sorrow!"

I said: "The autumn wind has dispersed. , life is like a cloud, why should we be trapped by love?

She sighed softly and recited Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice":

"Looking and searching, deserted and miserable. sad. It is most difficult to breathe when it is suddenly warm and then cold. "

I also added the following: "Three cups and two light wines, how can I defeat him? The wind comes late and the wind is strong? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance. ”

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However, the ruthless years and the rolling world of mortals are about to stop. At this moment, she and I sit firmly on the pavilion, brewing a pot of sake with the petals and fallen leaves on the ground. , drink in the wind, get drunk and then rest. In the slight drunkenness, she used her slender fingers like bamboo shoots to play the elegant and smooth ancient song "Laughing in the Red Dust". My heart was full of excitement, and I held the Yitian Sword tightly, dancing in the sky under the cool breeze. , where the sword whistled, the petals were falling in the wind. At this time, I seemed to see a pair of colorful butterflies, rising and falling with the petals, as light and ethereal as a dream, lingering in the melody of the guzheng, intoxicating the beautiful figure and fragrant soul. The shadow is thin.

(5)

The autumn water is long, the autumn chrysanthemum is fragrant, the wild geese have returned to the south, and the autumn wind is like a thread, holding back the passing years. .

I had a clear dream yesterday, and I dreamed of a beautiful woman, dressed in plain clothes with tenderness, her clothes were flying, and her tears were stained with autumn.

Once upon a time, I met you in the gentle breeze and thin moon. . The eyes looked at each other, and the soft words of love rippled in the Yingying water.

Now, after the wind and rain, the beautiful lady returns, and a cold moon hangs alone in the starry sky, feeling lonely and melancholy. . I catch a wisp of breeze, stand alone in front of the flowers, watch the flowers bloom and fall, and listen to the loneliness and prosperity of the world. Who silently spreads the tenderness in the breeze; who joins hands with you in the beauty of the water. Walking together, watching the flowers blooming on the other side, there are tears.

The flowers are blooming and falling. The breeze is drunk, and the flowers are melancholy. Infatuated watching can't find the warmth of the past.

In this life, although you and I can't hold hands, we can only forget each other. Maybe at this time, everything is destined. I just want to put on my wings, fly in the sky, fly across the thousand-year galaxy, fly to the end of the dream, spend all the years of youth, and be drunk for a thousand years.