Beginning of autumn's Beautiful Prose 1 Yesterday afternoon, the torrential rain put out the madness in midsummer, and the blossoming water on the ground happily told the news that the seasons alternate between summer and autumn.
The years are always in a hurry, and the dripping rain under the tile eaves sends the time of falling flowers all the way. As soon as beginning of autumn is over, it will soon be time to shed leaves. Most afraid of the scene of late autumn, patches of colorful fluttering in the bleak autumn wind, leaving only branches to listen to the vicissitudes of life, as well as a touch of green that once owned, withered in the dusk, Qiu Guang's helplessness in his later years.
The era of putting thousands of worries on the horizon has long passed, and it is really time to look down on the situation. Although the youth of childhood has gradually matured, the inner pride has also been eroded by the fleeting time. The dream is still beautiful, like a touch of sunset glow that melts into the horizon, as if within reach, but far away. When the sickle cuts off the golden color of the dragon, it not only gains maturity, but also the loneliness of strangers. This loneliness is the sadness rendered in autumn, the waiting time before the golden color is cut down, and a beautiful song sung by birds.
Flowers bloom, just like the lotus after the early autumn faded, just like I missed countless flowering periods for no reason. I always think that those flowers and plants that are folded and never look back are the most beautiful regrets flowing in love and the deepest memories in the past years. It was not until after beginning of autumn that exhaustion and exhaustion covered the window of the heart with dead leaves, and there was no trace left by green. Only then did I understand that those love and hate, those love and hate, those faces and those vows all returned to time.
Looking at the woman walking in the alley with a flower umbrella and flowing long hair, I just feel so far away from me, so tired, not as impulsive as when I was a teenager, and too lazy to expect a beautiful encounter. I clearly understand that it was just a landscape that passed by my eyes. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is not a place where I can stay after all. This is just a brief moment in vision. It was only a moment when we met, and then it was blurred. Even if I turn around, that's all. Time will eventually take away everything, a landscape, a passerby, and a story of drifting away. When I am destined to leave, no one needs to give an explanation to anyone. I took my mountain road.
In beginning of autumn, my parents are getting old again. Mother combed her white hair with a wooden comb, and the silver hair that fell to the ground was the time that her mother walked inch by inch. She said that she was too old to go back to the old days. With the alternation of seasons for decades, how many days should Mother meet in beginning of autumn, but how many beginning of autumn can she live? However, dad put the old smoke in the kitchen between the index finger and the middle finger, which turned the color of the season yellow and decorated the days of early autumn. Dad's eyes are glassy, facing the pedestrians coming and going in front of the door. Dad's eyes are still very deep, smiling at the time when he fell on the tree. That is the light condensed after understanding the world. It is calm and calm. It seems that everything is under his control, including emotions, including life and death.
In this way, my parents helped me through beginning of autumn, and every falling Ye Er is a story of their love, which is plain and leisurely, and will not be separated in this life. Sometimes they remind each other that it's time to take medicine, sometimes they quarrel, lose their temper like children, and then coax each other. That's mixed feelings. What is love, what is caring for each other, and what is growing old together? My parents spent their whole lives explaining the answer.
Autumn water is clean, autumn clouds are unintentional, and beginning of autumn season is silent. There is a saying that life is only a few autumn days. Even if youth is gone, there is no need to deliberately clean up the mess, because time still has to move forward. Life is as beautiful as summer flowers and death as autumn leaves. Isn't that a state?
The scenery of the four seasons gives us different scenery, such as grass in spring, flowers in summer, leaves in autumn and snow in winter, showing different styles of seasons. Nowadays, the lack of moon in beginning of autumn is also a kind of beauty. Only when you know how to appreciate can you see clearly. Why bother?
Beginning of autumn, it's time to make an agreement with the season. The past is like a little autumn red on the mountain, which will eventually fall to the ground with the fallen leaves. If you can forget each other after brilliant possession, it is also an understanding. The change of seasons is the law of natural circulation. We can't stop it, we can't keep it, we can't stop time, we can't stop life, and we can't keep our aging parents and old friends who have disappeared while walking. How can we calmly smile at the withered flowers after beginning of autumn, and how can we calm this ancient Qiu Guang down? Just be a plant, grow in nature, know how to follow the fate, and you can be calm and happy, and you can embark on a journey casually and live up to your life.
Beginning of autumn's Beautiful Prose 2 In the afternoon, I sorted out my space diary and found that a few years ago, beginning of autumn also wrote a sentiment. Looking back, I found that the mood at that time was so similar to that now, just yesterday. When I was in early autumn, my pet was moving, and I had some new ideas, so I should commemorate this lost youth. ? Notes before the text of a book or after the title of an article.
Sweet dreams all night. I know it rained in my dream. Yes, it was really raining! Early autumn rain, autumn rain, and some cool rain arrived on time.
In terms of living habits, the first thing to do when you get up in the morning is to open the curtains and stretch to see the weather. Now, the first thing to do when you get up is to linger on the bed with your bedside phone. I'm afraid this is really a problem for modern people.
Stand up and walk to the window. The wind is cold and the rain is fine and soft. It is not like autumn rain, but as gentle as spring rain. Just like the Jiangnan woman, people feel that she is very gentle, not as scary as the lightning and thunder and the storm before going to bed last night.
From the perspective of writing mental journey, I'm afraid the older I get, the more sentimental I become. The older you get, the more confused you get. I don't know if it's God or something, but I'm confused anyway, just like being disturbed by the rain. As far as possible, I want to write something now, for my friends and for myself.
After coming out of school, for a long time, I got more warmth and help than before. Even from the internet, many friends I know and don't know have given me a lot of help and encouragement. Of course, in my work, I have also received guidance, help and attention from many leaders and colleagues. When these are accepted naturally or unnaturally, the warmth is self-evident and the touch is silent. Just like the rain outside the window, the rain in early autumn, thin, continuous, a little dense, still warm?
Slowly take back my thoughts, and I don't feel that my coat has been wet by the rain coming from the window. I went into the room to change my clothes, made a cup of hot tea to warm myself, and my eyes touched the landscape painting on the wall. When it was misty and rainy outside the window, my full thoughts gradually melted into the ink landscape in front of me.
? An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain. ? Nature, freedom, it's good, I long for this leisurely country life. But what attracted me was not only the calm and comfortable fisherman, but also the misty picture of boating on the lake. The rain locks the green birds floating on the water, with bright and soft colors and quiet but full of vitality. How rare it is to have such a lofty, gentle and carefree interest! ? Li Li rod fishing ancient and modern, oblique rain? , and how lofty sentiments! I remember someone on the internet said that he was going to retire to the mountains. I think real hermits often disappear without a trace, for example, but through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain they are heading for? . The Book of the Later Han Dynasty says hermits? Or live in seclusion for his ambition, or avoid all his actions, or calm yourself down to calm his impatience, or go to danger to keep him safe, or dirty customs to move his outline, or defective things to excite him? .
However, hermits are praised by the world, and more importantly, people are always attracted by loneliness. When they are silent, their thoughts will float to the wider sky, free from the interference of the surrounding environment, and truly purify their hearts. Maybe this is what many people think? Hide? This idea. I hope I can adjust my heart when I am alone, so that I can be as calm as water, with smart ideas, kind heart and kind heart? Or say too far, or idealize, or think?
However, if there is still time in life, I would like to walk alone by the lake in this rainy season, holding a bamboo umbrella and waiting for you to come to the appointment from the misty rain. I think what I am looking for is not a simple rain, but a heart bathed in a fine rain.
Will you come?
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