扬手，又是秋。手扶斑驳的岁月，漫步时光回廊，倾听心音袅袅，一纸浅墨，绘不尽万千风景，断章残句，镂刻碎碎牵念。

Raise your hand, autumn again. Hand in hand with the mottled years, walk through the time corridor, listen to the sound of your heart curl, a paper of light ink, paint countless landscapes, broken chapters and sentences, and engrave broken thoughts.

用一季的守候，写满殷殷的期望，期望在一个轮回里，又是一树繁华的芬芳。

那一场匆匆的花事，仍留残香，秋韵的余味，犹在耳边回响，来不及回望，一抹心事，还来不及典藏。

With a season of waiting, write full of ardent expectations, and expect that in a cycle, it is also a prosperous fragrance.

That hasty flower affair still leaves residual fragrance, and the aftertaste of autumn rhyme still echoes in my ears. It's too late to look back, a touch of worry, and it's too late to collect.

人生的滋味，只有经历了冬的凛冽、春的烂漫、夏的狂热，才有秋的充实。

唯独喜爱枫香凌乱的季节，没有刻意地追求，也没有特意的停留，以一种优雅的舞姿勾勒出生命的轮廓。留一地的残迹，是没有奢求的坚守……

叶落，归尘，岁月极美，在于它必然的流逝。

时光在浅淡的笔墨里游走，岁月在清脆的歌声里沉浸。花开花落，都有定数，草枯了，会长绿，人老了，却回不到过去。秋去冬来，一年又一年。

The taste of life can be enriched in autumn only after experiencing the cold winter, the brilliance of spring and the fanaticism of summer.

I only like the messy season of maple fragrance. I don't deliberately pursue or stay. I outline the outline of life with an elegant dance. The remnant of leaving a place is the persistence without extravagance

Leaves fall and return to dust. The beauty of time lies in its inevitable passage.

Time wanders in the light pen and ink, and time is immersed in the crisp song. Flowers bloom and fall, there is a certain number. When the grass withers, it will grow green. People are old, but they can't go back to the past. Autumn and winter come, year after year.

胸怀阳光的味道，觅一处桃园渡口，于时光隧道纳一缕清风，且行且惜，且惜且悟，盈一眸恬淡，静守流年。

陌上枫红，曼舞流年，沿一路走过的时光，放逐记忆，那悠长又快乐的点滴，如枫红，入眼成媚，入心成颤。

习惯于在这样一个季节想你，看一朵相思，穿过心灵的千回百转，开成最美的暖。

生命在四季的更替中日渐繁华，又日渐殆尽。回首的时候，总想把走过的路重走一遍，总想让那深深浅浅的脚印不再曲折，不再迂回；

回首的时候，才知道从前的那缕朝霞本该珍惜，从前的那抹夕阳不该轻易错过。

With the taste of sunshine in mind, find a Taoyuan ferry, take a wisp of breeze in the time tunnel, cherish and understand, and keep a quiet and quiet eye.

Maple red on the street, man dance fleeting years, the time along the way, exile memory, that long and happy bit by bit, such as maple red, becomes beautiful in the eyes and trembles in the heart.

Used to miss you in such a season, see a Acacia, through the thousands of turns of the heart, open into the most beautiful warmth.

Life is increasingly prosperous and exhausted in the replacement of the four seasons. Looking back, I always want to go through the road again, and I always want to make the deep and shallow footprints no longer tortuous and circuitous;

When I look back, I know that I should have cherished the previous morning glow, and the previous sunset should not be missed easily.

叹流年，吟沧桑，原来落叶飘零的秋天，荼蘼的夏伤终究成为永恒的定格，看不破的永远是如烟的红尘。

岁月流转，季节轮回，当微凉的风翻过了这一季的浮华，明媚静美的秋，如女子头上一朵温润而璀璨的钗头，既有浓郁的色彩，亦有温婉的姿态。

倚在秋的阳光里，让那风，那叶，那明媚，都婉约成丝丝柔情，绽放于心。聆听，醉于心扉；凝眸，满眼含情；低首，秋心泛滥……

Sigh fleeting years and recite the vicissitudes of life. The original autumn with fallen leaves and the summer injury of tea blossoms will eventually become an eternal freeze frame. What can't be broken is always the smoke of the world of mortals.

Years flow and seasons cycle. When the cool wind turns over the flashiness of this season, the bright and quiet autumn is like a warm and bright hairpin on a woman's head, which has both rich color and gentle posture.

Leaning on the autumn sunshine, let the wind, the leaves and the brightness bloom in the heart. Listen and revel in your heart; Eyes, eyes full of emotion; Bow your head, autumn heart flooding……

我们都知道，姹紫嫣红的春光固然赏心悦目，却也抵不过四季流转，该开幕时总会开幕，该散场终要散场。但我们的心灵可以栽种一株菩提，四季常青。

春秋置换，开始让自己做一株草木，理性又安静地看着人世变迁。懂得唯有遵从宿命，才可以离合不惊；唯有恪守理则，才可以枯荣随缘。

听风，浅浅地划过，步入浅秋，落叶飞舞成蝶，于红尘中写一阙素白的心事，天微凉，心微暖。

看透世态，看淡世事。别等不该等的人，别伤不该伤的心。有些人，注定是生命中的过客；有些事，常常让我们很无奈。

We all know that although the colorful spring is pleasing to the eye, it can't equal the circulation of the four seasons. It will always open when it's time to open, and it will end when it's time to leave. But our hearts can plant a bodhi, which is evergreen all the year round.

Spring and autumn replacement, began to let themselves be a plant, rational and quiet to watch the changes of the world. Know that only by obeying fate can we not be surprised; Only by abiding by the principle of reason can we follow the fate of withering and prosperity.

Listen to the wind, cross it lightly, enter the light autumn, the fallen leaves fly into butterflies, and write a pure white mind in the world of mortals. The day is slightly cool and the heart is slightly warm.

See through the world and look down on the world. Don't wait for the wrong person, don't hurt the wrong heart. Some people are destined to be passers-by in life; Some things often make us helpless.

也许，所有的等待，只为了那一刻的尘埃落定，穿越绵绵不息的朝华夕暮，好想与你举案齐眉，红尘共徜徉，那些细碎的时光，已被我擦拭成风铃，在心灵的门楣上低吟浅唱。

时光流转，唯爱永恒。

秋染枫叶红，花开花落，莫伤怀，花落香更浓。秋就是如此的一尘不染。秋天的美，美在一份明澈。

因为四季轮回，我们感受着自然变幻，体味着春华秋实；因为喜怒哀乐，我们沐浴着生活七彩，聆听着生命韵律。

Perhaps, all the waiting is just for the dust to settle at that moment. Through the endless morning and evening, I really want to raise my eyebrows with you and roam in the world of mortals. Those broken times have been wiped into wind chimes and whispered on the lintel of my heart.

Time flows, but love is eternal.

Autumn dyed maple leaves red, flowers bloom and fall, don't worry, flowers fall more fragrant. Autumn is so spotless. The beauty of autumn lies in clarity.

Because of the reincarnation of the four seasons, we feel the natural changes and appreciate the spring and autumn fruits; Because of joys and sorrows, we bathe in the colorful life and listen to the rhythm of life.

春去秋回，花开花谢，这是规律，我们无须伤春悲秋；你去我来，人歌人哭，这也是规律，我们不必悲欢失度。

置身一处风景，好好的欣赏；经历一段时光，细细地感悟，生活因此而偏爱你。

每一片落叶，有它自己的萧瑟之美；每一朵花，都有自己的独特芬芳；时光静好，你在，我在，岁月在，便是安暖！

Spring goes back to autumn, and flowers bloom and wither. This is the law. We don't need to hurt spring and autumn; You go and I'll come. People sing and people cry. This is also the law. We don't have to lose our joys and sorrows.

Place yourself in a scenery and enjoy it well; Go through a period of time and realize it carefully, so life favors you.

Every leaf has its own bleak beauty; Each flower has its own unique fragrance; Time is quiet, you are, I am, years are, it is an Nuan!