From the first rain in Mao Mao in autumn, it became cold, an autumn rain and a cold. This coolness didn't come early, and it was almost the Mid-Autumn Festival, but it came suddenly. The day before yesterday, people were still suffering from the heat, hoping it would cool down. It only took an autumn wind and an autumn rain to douse the residual temperature of summer, and autumn should be the protagonist.
The splendor of summer has gone away, the bright sunshine has gradually disappeared, the seasons have changed, crickets are chirping infrequently, and they still freeze to death when they get into the corner. Cold and clear, I don't know when it stopped, the summer feast has dispersed, and the moonlight has changed from the coolness of summer to coldness. I wonder if Chang 'e in Guanghan Palace is lonely and sad, and whether she misses her lover who lives on earth? Full moon, will she cry alone in the dark?
It seems that I am still smiling in the bright summer, and my smile is still on my face, but I can see that it is drizzling, and the sky is getting darker every day, not as bright as before. It's unbearable to be cold in the morning and evening. Even if you put on autumn clothes, you can't keep the prosperity of summer. When the wind and rain come, it will even ruin the charm of the whole summer. A pool of petals is scattered and green leaves are old. Autumn began to carve her world with its knife. My smile dissipated, and I became lazier every day, and my once unrestrained enthusiasm gradually lost with the departure of summer.
If life is compared to four seasons, spring is a child, green, growing and vigorous; Summer is youth, warm, energetic and full of flowers; Autumn is middle-aged, mature, deep and fruitful, with a little sparse helplessness; Winter is old age, cold and cheerless, withered and withered, and it has a new vitality in the extreme.
Middle-aged life is as light as smoke. As the saying goes, everything stops when people reach middle age! Not to say that life is over, nor to teach people to be negative. It's that when people reach middle age, their fate has basically been finalized, and the road of life will not change much. Life is sometimes necessary, there is no need to force it all the time.
When people reach middle age, it's time to smile at the fallen flowers and sit and watch the clouds. They are somewhat calm, calm, mature and calm. They swallow this feast of life, whether it is good or bad, all the bitterness, bitterness, sweetness and joy in the past are turned into a glass of wine, whether it is bitter or spicy. Even though they were crying, they drank it and smiled and said, Now, you are drunk, greedy and greedy. When you wake up, you will still find that your sideburns are white, your hair is frosted, your eyes are wrinkled, and the fire in your heart has gone out for some reason ... you don't realize that you are in middle age and autumn.
"Leaves fall like the waves of a waterfall, and the endless Yangtze River rolls in." I think Lao Du wrote this poem in autumn. He got this beautiful sentence when he saw the leaves falling on both sides of the boat. In the dim light, Liu Yong, a loner in the cold autumn, sang the famous "Yulin Order" after saying goodbye to his friends, which he loved very much. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to. "
The ancients' sadness about the Spring and Autumn Period made people want to cry. Yes, after the clear autumn, who can talk after those amorous feelings? Wu Tong's autumn rain, dripping with complaints; From the Millennium to tonight, from Li Qingzhao's words to my window tonight-"Indus is more like autumn rain, this time, how good is a word' sorrow'!" Cold pool lonely, a pool of broken duckweed, residual lotus has been exhausted, green leaves still remain, give up these autumn rains, once lush and empty.
Autumn is not only a bleak and lonely season, but also a season of harvest and success. Spring planting and autumn harvest are the most celebrated moments of the year. In autumn, the fields are full of harvest, golden fields and golden hopes. A year's hard work should be rewarded with happiness. However, autumn spreads its beauty quietly. Look at the forest on the mountain, the maple leaves are red, and the intoxicating Qiu Guang is exposed one by one. This is not a bright flower, but a gorgeous tree, or the maturity of the tree. When the autumn wind blows, the leaves turn red first, and the mountains and rivers are dressed in red. In a few days, the leaves began to turn yellow and fall, and the wind in late autumn was bitterly cold. Cinnamon fragrance, in the joy of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon, you pour your own drink and taste the joys and sorrows of autumn.
The harvest and depth of autumn are the same as the bleak and sparse autumn, so the season worthy of our love and reading, such as middle age, maturity and stability are intertwined with regret, and it is also a time worth cherishing.