Interpretation: At this time, the summer is not over, the autumn is getting stronger, the white dew is born, the cicada is singing at the beginning, everything is beautiful, and autumn is about.
In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn. All the hopes we sow will be harvested in autumn. May you and I live up to the present and the future can be expected.
The sun is shining in summer, and enthusiastic people flock to the sea and valleys to enjoy the gifts of nature. However, the enthusiasm of summer will eventually die, and the footsteps of autumn are approaching. When the leaves fall from the trees, we know that autumn is coming.
Autumn is a harvest season, with golden rice and numerous fruits. In the field, farmers are busy harvesting crops, smiling faces hanging on their faces. The accumulation of gold in the soil symbolizes the hard work of farmers and the joy of harvest. Autumn is the hope and expectation of farmers, and it is their harvest season.
Autumn is also a cool season. The hot summer has passed, and the cool autumn wind blows the earth. People put on thin autumn clothes to welcome autumn. Walking in the street, the refreshing autumn wind blows on your face, bringing a touch of coolness and refreshing. Whether in the field or in the city, the beauty of autumn is everywhere.
Autumn is still a season full of thoughts. People are always filled with emotion at this time, recalling the past and thinking about the future. Autumn leaves fall silently, as if telling the flow of years, which makes people deeply moved. Standing by the fallen leaves, I can't help thinking deeply. The good old days have become memories, but what about the future? Autumn makes me understand that everything is so short, cherish everything in front of me and don't let time slip through my fingers.
The beauty of autumn is also perfectly displayed in ancient poetry.
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color.
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
In autumn, the south is empty and desolate, the river flows with the sky, and autumn is even more boundless.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.