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Autumn colors deepen
Autumn deepens, the fragrance of osmanthus overwhelms the remnants of roses, and the red maples paint a picturesque scene in the last days of autumn. Whose courtyard is untouched by the autumn wind? Where is the window free from the sound of autumn rain? The autumn wind and rain will soon come to an end, and it's already a cold and bleak time in the world. Some melancholy thoughts arise with the autumn wind, some feelings of loss accompany the autumn rain, and some ideas face the waxing and waning of the autumn moon. In the ups and downs of life's journey, a helpless heart always hopes for a strong belief to support it, until it can withstand all the cold. In the autumn with belief, a single thought can traverse mountains and rivers, and another thought can be carried away by the autumn wind. The world is inherently cold and bleak, but it's different when one has no desires for you.
People reach old age in the late years of their lives.
In the evening smoke of the thin water of the cold mountain.
The west wind urges the returning geese with its whispers,
The cold moon hangs high, shining on the ancient tung tree.