When the autumn wind gently brushes over the golden rice ears, they create layers of golden waves under the sunshine, like a moving painting, slowly unfolding on this fertile land. In the orchard, apples blushed and quietly hung on the branches, while grapes hung like sparkling purple gemstones between the vines, waiting for the hands to pick them.

On the field, the ox cart carrying a full harvest slowly returns home, and the grain stacks are piled up high, as if waiting for the baptism of moonlight. In this season of harvest, everyone's face is filled with joy, and the beautiful scenery of the countryside is enchanting.

The scenery of late autumn carries a hint of melancholy, and the frost makes the vegetation on the wilderness appear sparse. The northern geese began to fly south, searching for a warm place to live, while the west wind gradually moved eastward, rolling up their cold clothes, indicating the approaching winter.

Maple leaves are like fire, burning in the sky, while chrysanthemums are like clouds, reflecting on the rocky cliffs. Time flies, life is easy to age, full of worries, who should I confide in.

In the golden autumn season, joy is endless, and the countryside is filled with laughter and harvest. Soybean rings the bell, singing a beautiful melody, sesame opens its mouth, and laughter blends in. Cotton is as white as snow, hanging on the branches, while rice is golden and abundant on the ridges. Sweat has exchanged for sweet fruits, and people are rushing forward on the road to prosperity.

Every day when I open the window and see the distant mountains covered in green and lush greenery, the morning sun shines through the screen window, gently sprinkling and flowing on that calendar. The pleasant breeze gently blows the fragrance of the soil, and my heart truly feels the sprouting and calling of spring.

Ah。 Spring has arrived, plants and trees are turning green, and nature is gradually recovering. Say goodbye to yesterday and welcome a brand new page of life in another year. Flowers bloom every spring, and people are different from year to year. After countless winter reflections, people will become more sober and wise, and everyone will plan their goals for the new year in spring. Some friends say they want to charge towards Xiaokang today, while others say they want to obtain a doctoral degree this year; Some plan to buy a big house, while others plan to buy a luxury car; More importantly, it's about finding a space for development and a good job opportunity

The starting point of life will begin in spring. Faced with spring, people will always have a sense of eagerness and a vague impulse. In the development of the market economy to this day, people hope for good luck and success, but opportunities are not gifts from God, but require one's own efforts. Although we are ordinary, we cannot be mediocre: although there are no shortcuts in life, we cannot give up the pursuit of our life ideals. Yes, spring is beautiful. Seize a moment of spring sunshine and have hope; Friend, even if you have achieved the same level of success as a mountain, don't indulge in the scenery on your own path in spring; Even if you have no choice but to face fate or miss out on your talents, don't linger and feel melancholic about the chance encounter, silently shedding tears in life. When you envy others for getting rich, don't feel inferior because of your own financial difficulties. You should think about how the days they spent getting rich were all built up through hard work; When envious of someone's promotion to a higher position, don't be blinded by jealousy and envy. You should think that the crystallization of all successful people cannot be obtained with your eyes closed. In spring, as much as you sow, you will reap. Women should not be like fleeting clouds and flowing water with no trace of luck; Men, don't be the kind of hurried passerby who has no knowledge or skills throughout the ages.

I feel like that bow, his hand resting on my smooth wooden pole. That plump hand, those slender and soft fingers, caressed a string that was playing in the dark with their tender skin. I merge my own trembling into the trembling of his body, trembling and waiting for the moment of awakening, when I will be embraced by the sacred archer into his arms.

All of us living beings are in his hands; Wisdom and body, humans, beasts, elements - water and fire - air currents and resin - all living things... what can be feared in survival! To live, one must take action. Where are you, archer? I am calling out to you, and the bow of life lies at your feet. Bend down and pick me up! Put the arrow on my bowstring and shoot!

My arrow flew away like fluttering wings. The archer moved his hand back and rested it on his shoulder, watching as the flying arrow disappeared into the distance and as the bowstring that had already been shot gradually went from trembling to freezing.

Looking down at the world, there is no Chang'an but dust and mist. Only express deep affection with old items, and send the mother of pearl and gold hairpin.

The hairpin leaves a strand and merges into a fan, and the hairpin breaks into gold and splits into pieces. But make the heart as strong as gold, we will meet in heaven and earth.

At the farewell, I respectfully resend my words, which contain a vow of mutual understanding. On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, when no one was whispering in the Changsheng Hall at midnight.

I wish to be a winged bird in heaven and a connected branch on earth. Forever and ever, this hatred lasts forever.

Life needs repetition, but we cannot repeat the same mistakes. A hundred years of life turn into emptiness in the blink of an eye. Life does not bring, death does not bring. All encounters, joys and sorrows, are determined by the heart. If it can be seen through and opened, then everything is like a flower in a mirror, a moon in water, although pleasing to the eye, it is not eternal.

Since it is time, it is inevitable to experience the ups and downs of heat and cold; Since it is life, success and failure are inevitable. Walking calmly and gracefully, life is like a flower, blooming brilliantly and withering magnificently. The true face of life is natural and easy to follow.

Amidst the rolling smoke and dust of history, Su Dongpo emerged as an unattached boat. He, who wandered through Huangzhou, Huizhou, and Danzhou, was also defined as a failure. But he just smiled and brushed away the dust from his body, facing the malice of the world and walking out of the clouds, the wind is light, the world is wide. There is also Wang Anshi, who is persistent in reform. His former friends gave him an even more unbearable definition, including invading officials, causing trouble, seeking profits, refusing advice, and even causing resentment and slander from the world. Every word and sentence is like a sword and sword, stirring one's soul. But he stood proudly, using the backbone of a literati to bear the world's grievances and slander, just to fight for a beautiful China in Chang'an's prosperous era, where the mountains and rivers were unharmed.

No one in this world can define yourself, only you can define yourself.

The person who knows you best is you. No one knows better than yourself how much potential you still have, how many difficulties you can overcome, and how many more layers of clouds you can reach.

Lincoln, who stuttered, defined himself as a renowned lawyer and an outstanding orator, holding stones in his mouth and facing the sea, honing his charm through daily persistence. Volcano Grandpa Liu Jiaqi defines himself as a "young person" in the live streaming field. His full head of hair cannot stop him from embarking on a new journey, and his talent makes him a shining superstar of the new generation.