Crucially, a piece of frost entered the winter.

The world is vast and time flies.

We are here & gt I not only saw the beauty of plants and trees, but also heard the beauty of birds and animals, such as "Pigeons are in the river", and I also tasted the beauty of clothes, such as "green flowers that linger in my heart". I also feel the beauty of feelings, such as "I don't like meeting gentlemen, but I don't like Yunhu", and I even appreciate "I am in the wild in July."

If the sister-in-law is a middle-aged full-time girl, the literature and art are small and fresh, look at the code words and immerse herself in "; The Book of Songs; If you like yourself, then in the last few days of late autumn, let's see how my friends of the same age feel the colorful seasons in their own way and revel in them. ...

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Tao Ge gallops across the world,

The wheels are rolling in the red dust.

Fallen leaves are woven into gold,

Looking at the spring and autumn horizontally and tracing the winter vertically.

Tao Ge is an athlete known as "runner and rider" in the circle. As usual, in every season, he and his friends, a group of cyclists who love life, sports and freedom, spare some time and energy from their busy work, ride all the way, enjoy the spring, see the rape blossoms in Wuyuan and smell the flowers in Huang Cancan, and bloom their hearts.

Or Xia Feng studies hard and walks through the misty rain in Hongcun, where the ink is painters and the white walls are gray tiles. He claims to be a young Xu Xian, and has never seen the beautiful Mrs. White Snake. Then today, in late autumn, they are riding on the asphalt highway in Huixian, wandering in "the distance, there are people in the depths of white clouds." Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. "In poetry. Look at the picturesque scenery of Taihang Mountain. Look at the mountains, the yellow leaves are dancing, the maple leaves are like fire, and the city is golden. Listen to the beautiful melody of late autumn, relax your body and mind, cultivate your temperament, and indulge in this happy time of riding. ...

two

Big friends spread their wings to find their dreams,

Youth is beautiful and beautiful.

Poetry and distance lead you and me,

Qiu Guang infinite heart float in the sky.

Pumbaa is not only a yoga lover, but also a woman who dares to challenge and try new things in her work and life. The middle-aged woman practices yoga by herself, but she insists on it every day, rain or shine. Not only for fitness and shaping, but also for improving your image and self-discipline and satisfying your favorite appearance.

There is a saying that the body and soul are always on the road. Pumbaa is also a photography travel enthusiast. No, the intense and busy work for six consecutive days didn't stop her from enjoying the scenery, taking beautiful photos and observing the world. Even on Sunday, she took a day off and went to Anyang Wanquan Lake Scenic Area with some friends. She saw the charming scenery of blue waves and red leaves in late autumn. You pose, I take pictures, I draw a circle, and you praise it. "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring. When a crane crosses in the clear sky, it brings poetry to Bixiao. " Poetry and distance, leisurely and intoxicating style ...

three

Yanming Lake in late autumn,

Waves danced among the reeds.

Enjoy yourself in the crab,

In late autumn, small wine is pleasant.

Viagra, a heavyweight skilful pot. Run with the bull and start the road trip mode. In the past seven days of National Day, he passed Wuzhen, an antique water town in the south of the Yangtze River, with pavilions, bridges and flowing water, poems and songs, chess and calligraphy.

Today, he drove to the long-awaited Yanming Lake Scenic Area, and saw that the reeds were a little red, the lake was clear and blue, the autumn wind was blowing gently, and autumn scenery was pleasant. The food in the farmhouse is golden hairy crabs, which are big and fat, tempting the taste buds on the tip of the tongue. Only love and food can live up to it. A bite of wine and a bite of crab, while eating and drinking, can't help but come up with a poem "Holding claws is more like the shadow of osmanthus, throwing vinegar on ginger." Haha, climbing high and looking far, the story of autumn. Viagra was elegant once, and poetry and wine took advantage of time. ...

Late autumn is the most beautiful, love what you love.

Dry in crabs, drunk in late autumn.

A flower and a world, a leaf and a bodhi.

If the desolation of autumn makes us feel

The disappearance and limitation of life,

Then the poetic heroism in autumn makes us feel.

The infinity and eternity of the universe.

I have youth in my heart, and I love you all my life.

Let's do it in our own way,

A little luck, a little happiness.

In order to decorate this colorful world,

Let's embrace it deeply and tenderly.

The only ordinary life ...