September, how can I remember you

After a bleak wind cold rain, finally ushered in a bright and indifferent shallow autumn. In September, there is a full harvest, there is also frustrated sadness, there are surprises, and there is the dull after precipitation. I want to put my memory eternal, occasionally open the aftertaste, silent relative, alone joy.

In September, the leisure holiday has ended, and busy figures shuttling between school and home on the two points. After a period of trouble, finally slowly on the right track in life. Fortunately, a holiday that belongs to the education of people - Teachers' Day, such as a breeze caress you covered with fatigue. Teacher's Day is in such a sweaty season sent a warm. Walking in the time machine, I always thought that what I was engaged in was not as great as what was praised in the poem. I was doing some ordinary trivial and repeated detailed work every day. Only in this season on this day, as if by the hand of the autumn wind, flying in the clouds, enjoy the soul of the praise and spiritual comfort.

Fly in the clouds, and fall back to the horizon, happy is, in September and the Mid-Autumn Festival meet. Mid-Autumn Festival is a happy day, in this small holiday, get together with family members, taste the sweet moon cakes, listen to the older generation tell stories of the past, and brothers and sisters together to savor the past Mid-Autumn Festival, and children celebrate the present Mid-Autumn Festival, this is a special gift this September to people. Anacreontic month, cool wind, red begonia, and a bunch of grapes have become people's beautiful yearning. The full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the affection of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the nostalgia of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the gathering of the Mid-Autumn Festival, lifted people's subtle nostalgia, and deep thoughts. People raise their glasses to the moon, drink, and sing, wishing "I wish a long time, life" beautiful.

In September, the dancing of a leaf, lets a person see autumn, it is unavoidable for people to give birth to a sad, but those red maple leaves, why not autumn to us a piece of poetry? In September, I am glad to meet poetry. The genial sunshine writes into my yearning, the lingering autumn rain writes into my melancholy, the bleak autumn wind writes into my yearning, the yellow flowers all over the field write into my joy, the long white clouds write into my gentleness, the babbling stream writes into my waiting...... Hazy, prosperous, lonely, low eyebrow places all fall into a line of poetry. Poetry and painting, my fantasy with the poem flying together... If I were to ride away on the wind of September, I would fly to your side and feel the warmth of the sunset with you, enjoy the charming wild chrysanthemum with you, sing the sundance of the lake with you, smell the fragrance of the wheat fields with you, and taste the sweetness of the fruits all over the mountains with you... What kind of beauty would that be? With an intimate companion in September, see the mountain is the mountain, see the water is the water. This life is complete.

In this season, I still live with the pain. But the pain didn't stop me at all. In pain, I did my job day after day. In the pain, I tried to do my best to do things at home and fulfill my obligations as a wife and mother. In the pain, I still smile like a flower, in the autumn into a brilliant. In the pain, my passion for writing does not diminish, perhaps, letting the soul fly can alleviate the pain of the pain! Cool autumn water, awakened by pain in the middle of the night, tossing and turning, no sleep, no sleep. So I lit a lamp and wrote down the little memories that September gave me.