Autumn scattered chapters

Autumn is coming, the river from rough, strong and unruly, undercurrent deceitful, vortex treacherous, become quiet and obedient, plain and beautiful, like a gentle and beautiful girl. It is also like a poet who is as thin as a poet from his magnificent conceit. The mountains are high and the moon is small, and the stones along the river bank are smooth and pure after thousands of years of touching and washing, grinding off edges and corners, brushing away deposits and dirt. On the contrary, some have been carved more rugged and rough by the river, and the gully seems to contain a lot of elapsed time and stories. On a cool autumn day, the stone watches this curved river and beach full of frost and dew. it does not expect the sculptor to carve himself into a thinker to be worshipped, nor does it force any architect to design himself into a magnificent building. just bask in the autumn sun, look at the blue sky, smell the fresh and sweet autumn breeze, and you will be satisfied with your thoughts of fighting side by side with the dyke.