<p class="ql-block">寒露，露到寒時秋已深，落葉奔赴的大地有了松軟的外衣，陽光就安靜的躺在上面，聽著每一片葉子說著從前的事。時間一邊收拾著破敗，一邊粉碎的記憶，來時的路已經(jīng)模糊，去向何方又何必在乎？</p><p class="ql-block">Cold dew, when it's cold, autumn is already deep. The earth where the fallen leaves rush has a soft coat, and the sunlight lies quietly on it, listening to each leaf talking about the past. Time is tidying up the dilapidated memories while shattering them. The path when it came has become blurred, so why care where it goes?</p> <p class="ql-block">落是葉的日常，無論春天如何拼盡全力的萌發(fā)，夏天如何費盡心思的壯大，秋天都要義無反顧的離開。要落的葉，要掉的果，要飛走的種子，要枯敗的軀殼，秋的情到深處，處處都是別離。</p><p class="ql-block">Falling is the daily life of leaves. No matter how hard spring sprouts and how hard summer grows, autumn must leave without hesitation. The leaves that need to fall, the fruits that need to fall, the seeds that need to fly away, the withered shells that need to wither, and the deep emotions of autumn are everywhere separated.</p> <p class="ql-block">明天花落一地的凌亂，記憶卻是一片璀璨，時光就這樣暈開在眼底。思緒又攀爬上心墻，想起初識的美麗。</p><p class="ql-block">Tomorrow, the flowers will fall all over the place in disorder, but the memory will be bright, and time will be dizzy in the bottom of my eyes. My thoughts climbed up the wall of my heart again, remembering the beauty of my first acquaintance.</p> <p class="ql-block">寒露已至_ _寒露是秋天的第五個節(jié)氣，帶著寒意來襲，在每一個秋風(fēng)起雨的日子里，我的祝福都會如期而至。草木皆蕭疏，樹葉已落黃。愿有人與你立黃昏，有人問你粥可溫。</p><p class="ql-block">The cold dew has arrived_ Cold Dew is the fifth solar term of autumn, bringing a chill. On every day when the wind blows and the rain falls, my blessings will come as expected. The grass and trees are sparse, and the leaves have turned yellow. May someone stand with you at dusk and ask you whether Congee is warm.</p>