For autumn, always seem to fall into an obsessive feeling. I do not know such a season, All living creatures on earth is going on a kind of metamorphosis, all can recite the voice converge here, singing, sad song, pondered, whisper, came together to form some beautiful music is unforgettable and endless enchanted. The wind gently blowing, wrapped in a trace of raw cold, it came from the summer heat in, but not a trace of sharp, quietly speak to us this season belongs to treasure.It all beautiful autumn are buried in this thick loess, those raging beauty of life have to show them their different forms of life in the glorious summer, however, that almost indulgent beauty but eventually had to go through a winter silence, only to wait until spring to take root, but ultimately this is just a development of the law of life, from prosperity to decline, from birth to death, and then the birth of a new life from the dead factors, the magic is in the nature such a cycle in a little bit of writing a timeless legend of its own. Fall leaves wind, waving in the air, after a season on the branches dazzling brilliance after finally left its breeding ground, into the next life’s full of fertile soil.We understand it is just a natural way in a rational world, but eventually could not bear the emotional world actually.But the implication will be in this life, familiar scattered, only to sprout flowers next year, is a kind of pay, but also a realm.Akiba buoyant, listen carefully to a sonorous voice sounded leisurely, which is its life butterfly words, is recounting endlessly surging surging inside it, a deep love for life. Land shine this season, addition of a little deep, a bit thick, after the story of those prosperity and decay ended and the final is so pure and plain, in which thousands of years, tens of thousands of years on the same land, humanity is played out their immortal civilization, but truly timeless but always those most primitive things, such as that the earth itself, in the long period of years, I do not know how many personnel changes witnessed it, lift ups and downs, but it has always been silent without a word.Trance, I just feel this land become lovely, becomes intoxicating, I finally understand why some people like days as sly as a pillow, just because they had this land, this natural dearly love passionately. In this lonely season, the harvest can be a joy, the autumn harvest often is the gift of spring pioneers, hard to work in the spring, summer waiting for the next day by day, to fall finally rewarding experience.I often think it is just like a person’s life, after being subjected to a long life honed before they can have a big state, can only have true knowledge.Every time a rewarding experience is often accompanied by painful spasms of life, but each harvest but often one kind of unspeakable joy. This reminds me of those old weathered through the years, their life twists and turns grinding, storms, however, but attributed to flat after the fire suffered grown up, human life is often the case, bloom again after a quiet a peaceful An indifferent, miserable years of torture, but also to grow in his later years of silence, tears Lian Lian, crying tears as promised, but no more sorrow, no more Resentment. Time goes by, the seasons.After autumn, winter will soon be over, spring will come, this is an inevitable process, but I am such a person filled with a desire to travel but never out of mind, which is what carries the hope that the next full season vitality stride foot in it?