Amanda Freeman

In the early winter, a touch of floating thoughts came out

For a long time, I snuggled up to the gate fence in late autumn, and a cold autumn wind swirled. My thoughts, like a touch of fluttering catkins, slid across the fertile fields in the cold season. The Autumn Thoughts floated all over the ground. The brown leaves in the deep pool, the autumn wind was vast, the love water was overflowing, and the reed catkins danced in layers. The kingfisher on the autumn branches sang happily, and a touch of cool chrysanthemum madly dyed the fence garden. A row of wild geese swept over the top of the mountains and quietly settled in the beautiful and charming southern country.