It has been nearly ten years since autumn in the Northern Kingdom. Every autumn in the south, I always think of the reed flowers in Taoranting, the willow shadows in Diaoyutai, the singing of insects in the Western Mountains, the night moon in Yuquan, and the bells in Tanzhe Temple. Even if you don't go out in Peiping, even if you rent a shabby house with rafters to live in the middle of the imperial city, get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea, and sit in the courtyard, you can still see that it is very high. The green sky? You can hear the flying sound of training pigeons under the blue sky. Look eastward under the locust trees to count the streaks of sunlight filtering through their leaves, or quietly watch the trumpet-like blue morning glories blooming in the middle of a dilapidated wall, and you will naturally feel the warmth of the sun. Autumn. Said morning glory. I think blue or white is the best, purple and black are the second best, and light red is the worst. It is best to have a few sparse, thin and long autumn grasses growing at the bottom of the morning glory as a foil. The locust tree in the North is also an embellishment that reminds people of autumn. The fallen pistils that look like flowers but are not flowers will be spread all over the ground in the morning. When you step on it, there is no sound or smell. You can only feel a tiny and soft touch.
————Autumn in the Old Capital by Yu Dafu
The most popular place for flowers is Huating Temple in Xishan. When you don't reach the temple gate, you can smell a thin fragrance from a distance, which penetrates directly into people's heart and lungs. This is plum blossom? There are red plum blossoms, white plum blossoms, green plum blossoms? And cinnabar plum blossoms? One tree for each tree? Each plum blossom tree is a poem for a tree. The white magnolia flowers are a little bit faded. The delicate yellow spring is just in time. What a spring scenery? I don’t know how many times deeper than the water of Dianchi Lake. After all, this is not the deepest spring color. Look at that tree. It’s as high as the eaves of Huating Temple. Thousands of large double-petaled flowers stand out among the glossy green leaves. It’s so red. Each flower is like a burning flame. . This is the famous camellia. Can't see the camellia? It's not easy for you to understand the beauty of the poem "Spring is as deep as the sea". Want to see camellias? It’s a good time. I visited Huating Temple and visited Black Dragon Pond in the drizzle. These are both famous places to see camellias. I thought Camellia must be rare, but I didn’t want to miss it while traveling. I would often see a scarlet flower flashing out next to a bamboo fenced thatched house. I heard a friend say, "This is not unusual. If in Dali, almost every household would have camellias.
When the flowering season comes, all kinds of flowers will be in full bloom. That would be beautiful.
————Camellia Fu Yang Shuo
The place I want to talk about? How many people have said and written about Hangzhou? In June? It was my fourth time to go to the West Lake? It was the first time. It has been nine years. In these nine years, I have not said a good word about West Lake. In terms of beauty, West Lake is not as innocent and natural as Changhu Lake. In terms of grandeur, it is not as good as Taihu Lake, which is vast and colorful. ——. Fortunately, I haven’t been to many famous lakes. Otherwise, I don’t know how many fallacies there are.
It’s very strange, but this time I have a completely different impression. June is not a good time. There were no flowers, no snow, no spring scenery, and no autumn mood. During those days, the lake was filled with mist and rain. The scenery of the West Lake was all misty, as if it was half-awake and half-asleep. The sweet fragrance of gardenias. Remember Dongpo’s poem? "I think Dongpo is the person who knows the West Lake best. In fact, he should watch it carefully and appreciate it. Just like every time, he comes and goes in a hurry. In the past few days, I have understood two words. One is "green" "This alone has made me reluctant to leave. When I visited Lingyin in the rain, and when I got off the car, I only felt the greenery rushing towards my eyes. The ancient trees beside the road were so green that it seemed that the floating raindrops were also green. Some of the cascading trees on Feilai Peak are so green that they are so dark, so dense, and some are so green that they are so light that they are so bright. The winding paths under the peak are covered with moss. The green color reached into the seams of the stones. Sitting on the cold spring pavilion, I felt chilled all over my body. The stream next to the pavilion was so clean that it was said to be a stream. In fact, it couldn’t express the momentum of the flowing water. The smooth part was also clear and clear. The flow was rapid, and the water splashed like flying beads rolling jade. It looked particularly beautiful in this green shadow.
——— West Lake Essays by Zong Pu
The rain in warm countries has never turned into cold, hard and brilliant snowflakes. Knowledgeable people think he is dull. He himself thinks it is unfortunate. The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is so moist and beautiful. That is the message of youth that is still looming. It is a very strong virgin skin. In the snowy fields, there are blood-red camellias, single-petaled plum blossoms with hints of green in the white, dark yellow chime-shaped wintersweet flowers, and cold green weeds beneath the snow. Were there really no butterflies? Did bees come to collect honey from camellias and plum blossoms? I can’t remember exactly. But before my eyes I seem to see winter flowers blooming in the snowy fields, with lots of honey.
The bees are flying busily, and I can hear them buzzing.
————Xue Lu Xun
Jun Qing's "Ode to Autumn Colors"
The time has just passed the autumnal equinox? I feel a sudden increase in coolness. Going for a walk on the beach in the morning, it seems that the blue sea is bluer than before, and the sky is also higher than before.
Looking back at Gumo Ridge? Oh? The autumn colors are getting darker. What lovely autumn colors! I really don’t understand why when Ouyang was writing "Ode to the Sound of Autumn", he described autumn in such a chilling and terrifying way, desolate and gloomy. In my opinion, the spring with bright flowers and trees is certainly lovely, but the autumn colors with melons and fruits everywhere are lovely. But it makes people more happy.
Autumn is more prosperous than spring.
Autumn? It has more brilliant colors than spring. Look, the persimmon trees in the valley to the west are so beautiful and red. Just like a fire? Dazzlingly red. How many poets and painters in ancient and modern times have praised the color of maple leaves? However, compared to persimmon trees, maple leaves are much inferior.
And apples? The famous red banana apple at home and abroad? It is also so red? So bright? So cute? The Daikin Shuai apple is shining with golden light? Flashing a yellow-orange color? Hawthorn tree It is dotted with red fruits that look like onyx. What about grapes? They are even more colorful. The ones called "crystal" are long and green. They are crystal clear. They seem to be carved out of crystal and jade. And the kind called red roses are bright purple, round and lovely, just like a string of purple pearls. ? Oh! What a charming autumn color! I like this gorgeous autumn color because it means maturity, prosperity and prosperity. It also means happiness, joy and wealth.
Ah? What an intoxicating and brilliant autumn color? What an exciting and prosperous scene!
Here? We can’t see the kind described by Ouyang Xiu at all. "The color is bleak? The mist is gathering clouds? The meaning is depressed? The mountains and rivers are lonely", the desolate scenery? You can't even see the sad autumn mood of "the bright red ones are the haggard trees and the black ones are the stars".
What you see is only the colorful harvest scene and the vigorous and prosperous atmosphere. Because here, autumn is not a symbol of aging in life, but a symbol of prosperity. Writing this, I suddenly understood why Ouyang Xiu described autumn in such a chilling and sad way. Because he was not only writing about seasonal autumn, but also the reflection of that era and that society on the author's thoughts. I can boldly say that if Ouyang Xiu lived today, his "Ode to the Sound of Autumn" would definitely have a different content and a different color.
I love autumn.
I love the autumn of our time