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Autumn (prose)
"Spring, spring, spring, the willows are tender and the flowers are new, and the plum blossoms are withered. , The grass is covered with grass, the orioles are singing in the north, and the swallows are singing in the south; BMWs are riding in the suburbs, and the purple roads are widely connected. The young master’s banquet is arranged in the east pavilion, and there are so many flower-viewers in Jincheng." This is an ancient poem praising spring.
It is said that spring is beautiful, and spring is indeed beautiful, because it is spring with a new green that has just sprouted. It is a state of mind that suddenly sees red flowers and green grass after experiencing yellow grass and white snow. The novelty of the transition is an obvious contrast to the past. But if you look closely, you will see that there are piles of dead leaves that have not rotted under the red flowers and yellow sand that has not been covered by the shallow grass. There are a few fallen leaves hanging on the dead branches to set off a few buds that have just sprouted. If the spring breeze is weak, it will be difficult for the mountains, rivers and land to be covered with full green. But its beauty lies in its tenderness, its newness, and its infinite vitality.
Through the long journey of time. The mountains have matured, the ground has matured, and after the nurturing of winter, spring and summer have refined into a mature autumn. Crops cover the earth, and the fruit-laden mountains and forests are green, red, and golden. This is a fiery red, golden, and picturesque autumn.
Autumn is extremely beautiful. Autumn should be the most beautiful and brilliant season among the four seasons, at least I think so. Driving through the boundless North China Plain, with the majestic Yanshan Mountains on the plate, blue sky, white clouds, green fields, everything is so comfortable and beautiful. You see, the mountains in the distance are like dark green, and the mountains nearby are red, yellow, and green. The colors are so strong and vivid, standing tall and straight into the sky. The colors there are so clear and boundless, until the horizon gradually merges with the blue sky, almost merging your body and mind into nature.
You must have admired the paintings of "Van Gogh", right? This season is like Van Gogh using his paintbrush to paint the mountains, rivers and land with strong, thick oil paint. Suddenly I saw a transparent, brilliant and vigorous essence of life, which was so warm and energetic. Autumn is so beautiful, so intoxicatingly colorful.
Although autumn is beautiful, it has an evil spirit for people who are easily sad. Now I can still recite the text from elementary school: "Autumn is here, the weather is cold, and a group of wild geese flew towards the male." The author used a series of ""s", which means that the beauty has passed. , the spring scenery is not there. Therefore, many people are not very willing to appreciate the autumn colors, especially the elderly. Because autumn represents the season of human aging. Human beings are divided into spring, summer and autumn. I will not write about winter, because winter is the end of life and the last breath before death.
Spring is the time of immature childhood, summer is the vigorous youth, and autumn is the time when you have spent your whole life working hard on hard work and trivial family matters. There is a slight frost on your temples, and your strength is already damaged, so why not. It is the time. The season of abundant fruits is the age of harvest. However, in the eyes of literati from ancient times to the present, it has always been the emotion of "forcing oneself to say sad, falling in love with the upper floor, saying that the weather is cool and it is autumn". Yes, another year has passed in the short life. In the eyes of the old man, the years have passed and there is not much to come. It is inevitable to be a little pessimistic and a little disgusted with this brilliant season. Beauty is beautiful after all, and the same is true for people. You have experienced the ups and downs of life, and the bumpy experience means maturity.
It also means that the understanding of life and the understanding of the world can be understood in the chaos. In fact, due to the changes in the world, the changes of time have not hindered my glorious existence. And you have accumulated a wealth of experience and experience, you can still shake your wings, fly a few times, and show your strength in your later years. Just as the poet "Liu Zheng" wrote, "If you don't believe that life is really easy to grow old, the sky is blue, and a falcon flies high with its back to the sunset."
Childhood is beautiful, young adults are vigorous, and old age should be full of joy. Artistic taste, full of life taste, colorful and brilliant life. Spring is beautiful, summer is beautiful, and autumn is even more beautiful, full of fruits and colorful. Autumn Language (Five Chapters of Prose Poems)
Autumn Love
Walking on the edge of autumn, from time to time I see formations of wild geese searching for cloud stacks, writing a golden poem;
On golden days, cotton reveals white clouds, and soybeans ring bells, especially in the endless fields, where the rice waves are like the long hair of a mature girl, which can never hide the happy smile of a man who is about to marry far away.
The aunt’s sickle kissed it, and the uncle’s grain fight caroused with it.
On the field ridge, the bells of the pack horses bent people’s eyebrows and filled their home’s granaries.
Pick up a grain of millet and put it in the palm of your hand, examine the colors of golden autumn, and taste the loyalty of the land.
Since it is the land of golden autumn, there is the satisfaction after maturity, and of course there is also the expectation of cultivating and sowing.
——In the days of golden autumn, all life has found a new proposition again.
A ray of sunshine;
A gust of golden wind;
A drop of autumn rain;
……
constitute Charming countryside background.
I don’t want to be intoxicated against this charming background;
I resolutely walk out of the edge of autumn, looking forward to the vitality of the earth again after a piece of whiteness, and then read all the most beautiful things. A comfortable state.
Autumn chrysanthemums
The invisible autumn wind swept over the pot of wild chrysanthemums in front of the window, giving me a handful of coolness:
The season has changed , do you know?
Opening the window, the birch leaves trembled.
I think of the first wild chrysanthemum that blooms in autumn (just outside my window). The swaying bits of light and shadow give pedestrians a season of gentleness and smiles;
Ah, chrysanthemum,
How can I bear to see your sorrow and resentment floating around tomorrow?
I still remember that you are a clear and high-pitched folk song, always singing loudly after everything is fragile.
Let the song -
float to the fields, spread through the maple forest, and finally enter the farmhouse firewood fence to fill the sadness and loneliness of the season.
Ah, Ju, don't cry. Please believe:
The monsoon will never blow away the buds of your life. The sun will still shine on you tomorrow morning. In my heart:
Open.
Autumn Butterfly
A gust of wind extinguished the moonlight, and I heard the clouds making a rustling sound, sliding over my head, like sand and gravel flowing.
Hurry into the house. The moment I turned on the light, I was shocked by an unexpected surprise:
Butterfly, a beautiful butterfly stopped on the wild chrysanthemum outside the window.
Is it my carelessness that keeps it waiting here for a long time?
What kind of power makes it hold on to the only blooming flower in autumn until it dies?
Open the window and take a look, but don't dare to disturb its deep autumn dream - a eulogy that is chanted gently in the wind.
So poignant. But I think it's more beautiful when it rests on the petals.
After all, when the butterfly flies, it is a living dream, a dream on the grass, a dream of freedom.
The butterfly's sleep is two petals, two temporary petals, but I prefer it to last.
Stopping in this dream is probably the selfless state of butterflies, right?
It traveled all over the wilderness, and after going through wind and rain, it finally came to my window and got the last splendor and splendor of autumn.
Qiu Mi
I was alone in a small boat, drifting in the sea breeze for a long time, but after all I couldn't sail into the season when the waves were in full bloom.
Did my singing along the way miss the flowering period?
On a rainless autumn night, someone quietly told me: The waves on the river were blooming again, on the same route as when I came.
But now the route has been stretched too long by the years. Will the waves of the river still be waiting for me on the original road?
——The feelings of autumn will always drift, but they will never drift out of her boundless harbor.
Although I know that autumn has gone far away, I still want to search Qianjiang to find her traces.
Still wandering, still searching;
In every morning like this, in every dusk like this.
Late Autumn
Sitting alone in late autumn, many beautiful thoughts have faded, and only the yellow leaves floating in the wind are still surrounding me.
The moon is bright outside the window and the stars are sparse. Late autumn brings a cluster of melancholy into my heart.
I am tired of the music in the wind;
- The moonlight is like the stream in late autumn, getting thinner day by day.
You passed away gracefully, and the story of late autumn lost a bit of mature beauty.
Are you really leaving?
Could it be that in this season that belongs to me, I can’t take back your intention to let go?
You are really gone. The fallen leaves of late autumn cannot drown out the wet scent trail behind you.
Really. I shouldn't have known you in that season of falling leaves, and you shouldn't have walked towards me on those days, stepping on fallen leaves.
——The season of falling leaves contains a beautiful mistake in itself.
I had no choice but to pick up a fallen leaf that was stranded in this wrong season. I didn’t expect to pick up a heart-shaped poem note;
The wind was strong, and the chrysanthemum fragrance seemed pale. Powerless.
Roland: Ode to Autumn
The beauty of autumn lies in its clarity.
Some people’s eyes are like autumn, and some people’s wind gods are like autumn.
The beauty of the maple trees that represent autumn is not only the plain red color that has experienced frost; it is also the crispness of the wind.
When the leaves gradually become sparse, the autumn forest shows their elegance, which is a free and easy without any embellishment and aloofness that does not care about the prosperity of the world.
The most moving thing is the setting sun reflected in the autumn forest. The deep red color contrasts with the deepening twilight on the horizon. The evening breeze carries a clear coolness, and as the dusk dips in, it is a very gorgeous and sad beauty that makes you want to shed a few tears of nostalgia for your life, but you are frightened by the gradually fading drunken red, and are willing to Condensing unrestrained emotions.
A painter once painted "Autumn Courtyard" with frost-stained maple trees.
The tall maple trees quietly conceal the tranquility of the garden. The heavy door behind the tree is deeply hidden, and the endless loneliness can be seen. It seems that I have lived in it and tasted the tranquility of autumn. And I still want to quietly step into the painting, ask about the heavily hidden door, and see how much dust there is and how many traces of life are sealed inside.
The most intriguing clouds in the autumn sky. So calm and leisurely, quietly far away from the world, no longer indifferent to the joys and sorrows of the world.
The autumn wind is the purest wind without any modification. So smoothly passing through the garden, there is no need to care about the falling leaves - seasons are seasons, metabolism is metabolism, life and death are life and death, joys and sorrows are joys and sorrows. No need to participate, no need to linger.
The autumn water is as clear as the wind. "Point the Qiu River, see the egrets and sand gulls", which depicts this clarity. There is nothing to worry about, be nervous about, or cling to. "The arrogant people kill thousands of households in the world, and the illiterate smoke waves catch the old man." Autumn is so spotless.
"Idle clouds and wild cranes" is the title of autumn. Only the white clouds in the clear autumn sky can be worthy of the beauty of "idle" wild cranes. They are as clear as autumn water, as far as autumn mountains, and elusive. It is so elegant and elegant that it deserves the word "Yi". "Leisure" and "ease" are the true nature of autumn.
There are also some people who possess this autumn beauty. You must be such a person to have such beauty. Such beauty comes from within. He has everything but doesn't want to have anything. It is a kind of transparency and freedom formed by profound cognition and perception.
Autumn is a season of maturity, harvest, and fulfillment, but it is also a season of indifference. It has experienced the vigor of spring and the prosperity of summer, and is no longer proud of being praised and pampered. It isolates all praise and love from the dull autumn light, and only wants to be a leisurely, distant, elusive, autumn.
[Commentary] This prose is beautifully written. The poetic language and sentence structure, the emotional touches and descriptions are its external beauty; while the broad-minded and indifferent attitude, the clarity and freedom of thoughts are its inner beauty. The author personifies and personalizes autumn. This kind of personality and individual demeanor is the ultimate and foundation of the deep beauty of autumn.
Words of Autumn
Autumn is the most confusing season.
The brightness of spring, the heat of summer, and the coldness of winter are all very clear; however, it is difficult for me to find an appropriate word to describe autumn. In autumn, the beauty seems to be covered with a veil. It is unpredictable and makes people feel a lot. I want to see the beautiful scenery, but I always feel at a loss.
The only thing that makes me feel is that autumn has a sad look. Yes, it’s just melancholy. When I see the layers of clouds and mist covering the distant horizon, the melancholy of autumn is even worse. The reason why it is easy to feel sad in autumn may be because our ancestors were not careful when they were creating the character. They only needed to add a heart under the word "sorrow", and it became the word "shou". As far as the word "shou" is concerned, I can't say that it is a phonetic character, and it feels more like a pictographic character. If our ancestors felt helpless and lonely in the mist of autumn, with their eyes full of haze, they created " The word "sorrow" really makes the feeling of autumn a little clearer. If it is at night when it is raining, and there is a slight chill in the air, then the sadness will be even more profound, and it will make people understand the charm of autumn, especially the scene of late autumn.
However, behind the deep frown of autumn, autumn contains another flavor, that is, autumn harvest. Yes, harvesting in autumn and storing in winter is the most beautiful vision of autumn. When you see the yellow rice and the fruit trees, it is no exaggeration to say that autumn is the harvest season. Autumn is the happiest day for farmers. It is said that "no farmer is idle in April." In fact, during the Mid-Autumn Festival and August, how have farmers ever been idle? Not to mention harvesting crops, while harvesting abundant grains, they must also sow new seeds and look forward to new hope. Therefore, autumn should be the season for farmers, because they are harvesting and sowing.
The sunshine in autumn is also particularly interesting. Although it is not as bright and colorful as spring, nor as hot and hot as summer, it seems to have a different feeling: the sun is a little lazy, and it patrols the sky leisurely. , brings a little warmth, which makes people feel its leisure; however, in the relaxation of the autumn sun, the feeling of high autumn air arises spontaneously, making people feel the loftiness of autumn.
There is another thrilling beauty in autumn, which is the fallen leaves fluttering in the autumn wind. If the wind is strong and biting, it will be completely boring. At that time, you will feel the coldness of nature; if it is a gentle breeze, it is really a pleasant enjoyment. Walking in the world of leaves, red and yellow, like a beautiful carpet The leaf quilt, the squeaking sound of the leaves, the breeze blowing over the somewhat dry face, the colorful fallen leaves gently floating, it really feels like heaven and earth.
Autumn gives me the feeling that she seems very noble and does not easily take off her beautiful veil, making it difficult for us to see the whole picture. In her hazyness, it adds a sense of temptation. The mystery of human beings and the beauty of autumn may lie in this!
Sitting alone in late autumn, let the singing that comes to me condense into the dazzling winter.