After studying in Chongqing, I lived in other places. What I miss most is the autumn in my hometown, those autumn days.
Among the four seasons, I like autumn best. Spring is too sweet and greasy, summer is too warm and burning, and winter is too depressing and sad. And autumn gives people more of an artistic conception.
I don't know in what evolution, the summer heat dissipated in the air with the last cicada. And we suddenly looked up and found that the clear sky overhead was as pure and beautiful as a newborn child, and it was a thrilling blue. There are many words to describe sky blue, such as blue, tile blue and ice blue. Of all the words, I like blue best. The blue sky is reminiscent of water-related associations, so it is associated with the jumping waves in the quietly flowing stream in the bright autumn.
Autumn in Chongqing only symbolically lost a few leaves, and then it rained, and there was no breath of autumn in the humid air.
This is not really autumn.
Mr. Yu Dafu once wrote: "Autumn in the old capital is quiet and sad." I thought the word "sadness" meant autumn rhyme. The real autumn is to have a bleak feeling, which is a rhyme, a soul and the soul of autumn. After the heat, the air was filled with melancholy. A gust of autumn wind is blowing, and yellow leaves are floating on my face. When I was in a daze, I was about to sigh, but I heard the wailing of wild geese in the distant sky.
So I say autumn is very suitable for expressing my feelings. Color dies, beauty is sad; The lover is far away, and the beauty is empty; Recruit Wan Li, hope not to return; How can a broken-hearted person not feel sad when the martyrs are in their twilight years, their achievements are unfinished, the sunset is like blood falling from trees and the wild geese are boundless in the west wind? The maple leaves are in full bloom, and it is easy to get cold in autumn. The fencers in Zhao Yan bid farewell, and they are generous and sad. Even non-heroes will cry thousands of miles away. The same scene, if it happened in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, would lose some charm. Only in this autumn can there be such rhythm.
Jia Xuan wrote in "Ugly Slave": Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, fall in love with the floor, and insist on expressing sadness in order to give new words. Now they know what it's like to be sad. They want to talk, but they want to talk and say it's a cool autumn. It can be seen that autumn itself has a bitter taste. People's emotions will become particularly sensitive in this autumn. If you add autumn rain, it will be even more worrying. There is always an illusion that the autumn rain in the north will hit the phoenix tree in the south, and the cold rain will rustle on the wide leaves. The curtain of the bamboo roll in front of the door is yellow-green, and the air is chilling. But after all, there will be no phoenix tree bamboo in the north, and there will be no autumn rain chill in the south. In the final analysis, what I pursue is a feeling, a feeling that can be expressed in autumn.