Early autumn is the most comfortable season. When the gentle and hearty autumn wind blows over your face, you will feel a kind of warmth touched by her. Listening to her gentle words quietly tell you one ancient and mysterious myth after another is a kind of happiness. The autumn sky is clear and quiet. In the days when the wind is clear and the sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant, I follow the footsteps of autumn, slowly pick up pure memories, and try to fade away the charm and beauty of autumn, but I can never outline her unique charm. Autumn patterns are silent and rich. Falling English is like rain, fragrant everywhere, and everything tends to be peaceful at this mature moment. Whether it is flying red, scattered yellow or drifting green, it finally precipitates into autumn scenery, which is set off by cold rain and harvested into smiling faces in autumn fruits. The sky in autumn is very blue. Blue is confusing. A little worried, a little worried. The light blue autumn sky is light and far-reaching; Green autumn water, because of its quietness, shows its profundity; Indifferent life, because of abandoning fame and fortune, is only for lofty goals. After the golden wind gradually rises, the autumn sky is always sunny day by day. A few faint white clouds set off the vast blue sky, which is even higher. The deeper autumn, the bluer the sky. It's so charming that it seems to drip. It is so blue that I always want to reach out my holy hand to touch it. At this time, if you occasionally fly over rows of herringbone wintering autumn geese, what a profound picture it will be against the broad blue background! Autumn leaves are beautiful. When the wind blows, the leaves on the tree slowly fall, fly gracefully, turn out a beautiful arc and land. The process of falling leaves is beautiful. Autumn wind rises and autumn leaves fall. Love the autumn wind, it always makes me nostalgic. How many times, with such beauty and ecstasy, I danced in the west wind and felt sad in my memory. I wonder, who is singing a fragrant poem under the moon? Fragrant notes and brocade books reflect the charm of two hearts. Who plucked the ancient strings of the romantic field through the ages? And the poet's graceful feelings? Therefore, I feel sad at the sight of autumn frost, hurt my beauty at the sight of residual flowers, miss my old age at the sight of returning home, sigh for the rest of my life at the sight of chilling, and feel even more helpless at the sight of autumn wind and autumn rain. The autumn rain is very clear. At dusk, there is only residual lotus at the railing. When I look back, I can't finish writing. The sound of falling flowers came quietly from outside the window lattice. I sat in the silence of the night, listening to the drizzle blowing freely and the wind was crisp and audible. Who says autumn is only miserable? The harmony of autumn has long been in my heart. I think, conceive and mature in autumn, and autumn embraces everything with her emotional and broad mind. Vilen in autumn is real, and vilen in autumn is naked. Not as prosperous, eye-catching and colorful as spring; It is not as warm as summer, so carefully shaped, so moody and changeable. Autumn is autumn. Autumn honestly gives everything to nature. It faces cold, maturity and the return of leaves. Don't be surprised if you find two clusters of red Yun Ni on the Yuan Ye in autumn. It is not the flower soul of spring, but the red maple, which is the chilling beauty of autumn. But be careful, your hands and your heart will turn autumn into jade at any time. No wonder there are few clouds swimming in the sky, because when the clouds look up a little, they will melt into light blue in autumn. I like Yuan Ye in autumn-vast and rich, quiet and distant. Farmers burn weeds and sundries in the fields. Some people say it is "burning autumn". With the thick smell of grass, the smoke slowly rose to the sky, and many romantic fantasies flew with it ... at this time, I found that all my feelings were dissolved in the smoke. Speaking of burning autumn, I think of cool autumn. In the rustling sound, there are cleaners sweeping the fallen leaves all night. After sweeping, pile the autumn leaves into a pile; Soon, the thick and faint light smoke curled up and dispersed, just like the autumn fog in the mountains in the morning, which was the light smoke burning in autumn leaves and filled with thick fragrance. Burning autumn ... the word "burning autumn" makes me unforgettable for a long time. My past life came back to my mind through this word, and my memory became clear. Imagine a seed falling in the dust in autumn, what kind of waiting will it take to meet spring? Reach out and touch, autumn hay with the earth's body temperature, warm heat flow between your fingers. I can't help being happy. It turns out that as long as there is the earth, there is the heat flow of life. Autumn is beautiful, desolate and deep. Autumn sky, autumn weeds, autumn jungle, autumn streams, autumn colors and autumn breath. What does Yining have? Chatting with Ye Qiu. When gorgeous leaves, such as rosy clouds and golden butterflies, fall with the wind, each piece is filled with enthusiasm for flying, melting all my expectations and tenderness into the reverie of autumn wind. Seduce people to taste a pot of newly brewed chrysanthemum tea in the drunken sunset, with the fragrance of autumn flowing between their lips and teeth. In the misty rain, how many Zen-like solitary boats are swaying, wandering among the beautiful mountains and green waters, and the brow is full of endless calmness and leisure. "Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn, waves, waves of cold smoke. The mountains reflect the sunset water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the sunset. " I have always liked Fan Zhongyan's Su curtains. This kind of scenery that can only appear in dreams will arouse my desire to go out for a walk. But this is autumn in the poet's eyes. Such a beautiful artistic conception can only be created by poets. Walking on the path covered with yellow leaves, I picked up all my heart leaves, wrote down my name, made a bookmark, gave it to you, and treasured it ... just like a poem when I was a child, the time when I didn't know the taste of sadness was so unforgettable. Willow residue, grass withered; Flowers wither and butterflies fly; The sun sets and the dusk sinks; Near dusk, the moonlight is faint; Falling leaves know autumn, I miss it hard; I frowned last night, but now I am in my heart; Ming Che in autumn makes people dream of climbing high and looking far, which leads to the autumn of poetry; Autumn seems to be an element of beauty and art. Since ancient times, many literati have been fascinated by it, which is full of poetry. For example, Li Bai's Qiu Si: "Under the autumn leaves, the moon is cold and the chicken is sad, and the white dew disappears." Liu Yong's "Xue Meixiang's Ci": "The scenery is bleak, and the dangerous building is independent and clear, which is sad for autumn. At this time, I agreed with Song that I should be careful to "speak slowly": "How can I get to the west wind and climb the stairs? I am afraid that in the bleak season, fans will be sad for autumn. " Reading Ouyang Xiu's Ode to Autumn Sound, he said, "Qiu Fu, the criminal officer, was overcast; It is also like a soldier, it is in the act of gold; It is the loyalty of heaven and earth, and it is often based on killing. "At that time, there was a fear of' autumn' and thought that' autumn' was the end of the world. Later, I read a poem "Autumn" by the poet Haizi: Write down youth with our bones lying on the ground/on the beach. Then back up the aging father/for a long time, the direction was interrupted/animal-like fear filled our poems. Whose voice can reach midnight in autumn and make a long sound/cover up our bones lying on the ground-/autumn is coming. /Without the slightest forgiveness and warmth: Autumn is coming. /At this time, I found that there are peers in the world who feel the "autumn". Autumn belongs to gold, winter to water, spring to wood and summer to fire. But from a daily perspective, autumn seems to belong to water, so Zhuangzi, a great philosopher, has a famous sentence "Autumn Water in Zhuangzi", while Wang Bo, a talented scholar in the Tang Dynasty, has a beautiful sentence "Autumn Water * * * makes the sky color". The late poet Luo Yihe wrote in a poem: "The heavy rain came from Qiu Lai/Ask me about it. "Yes, autumn belongs to water. It blows off the stars like rain. Autumn wind blows off withered leaves and harvested fruits, and haystacks like mushrooms pile up in the fields-this is autumn in the north. Andrew West, an essayist, wrote his nostalgia for the seasons with affectionate pen and ink in Things on the Earth: "In autumn, fruits are everywhere on the earth, and they show kind faces, waiting for adoption from any side. Every season, it is difficult for me to be calm. I can't help but be moved by the sublimity that never dies in this world. I should visit that land. I should work with all people and get edification and enlightenment. The first autumn wind has blown away, and all the plants covered with seeds and fruits are covered with heads that are vertical to the earth. Any mature person here will have humility, and it is also a silent tribute and gratitude to his mother. "Life is alive and everything is autumn. People may feel something neglected in other seasons in autumn, which is sensitive and awe-inspiring. Autumn usually comes to this world quietly when the leaves fall. Autumn begins at this time when you see a maple leaf drifting slowly by you. In my personal memory, autumn is often sad and mournful. In fact, autumn has a very rich color and a very lively spirit. When you stroll through the countryside in the early morning of a frosty and windy autumn day, you can see the fire-like color dyed from the maple forest and persimmon bushes, and the purple is splashed all over the sky on the top of the mountain. It is simply the masterpiece of a bold and ambitious painter, casual and interesting, and has its own majestic charm. As the ancient poem said: Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say autumn is better than spring; Mr. Lu Xun has an essay about "Autumn", which is concise and full of charm, and that is "Autumn Night". He wrote: "In my backyard, you can see two trees outside the wall, one is jujube and the other is jujube. The night sky overhead is strange and high. I have never seen such a strange and high sky in my life. He seems to be leaving this world, so that people will never see his back again. However, now it is blue, with dozens of stars flashing, and it is cold. There was a smile on his lips, which seemed to make sense. He sprinkled frost on the wild flowers in my garden. "Autumn night has its own unique significance for Lu Xun in the situation, just like Dong Qiao's Autumn in Words. Joy is often short-lived, and the excitement of spring and summer can't stand the ups and downs of autumn, so Li Qingzhao will say, "Autumn is over, and the days are still long. Zhong Xuan Huaiyuan is even more desolate. It is better to get drunk before parting with Zun and live up to Dongli Huanghua. Jie Jiang said: "The yellow flowers are deep, the red leaves are low, and the autumn sounds are bleak." . "They are all poets who have experienced great suffering, and their feelings should be credible. I don't want to talk about the ancients anymore. The so-called happiness and sadness are actually just passing clouds. Let's copy a prose writer's pen and ink, leaving a little desolate for the lonely world: "Midsummer is over, it's autumn again, the clear sky, the silent sea, the dry corn stalks, the deserted and empty villas, and the tasteless flowers like grass." "In today's era, fairy tales do not exist, and there is no forgiveness and warmth: autumn is coming. In autumn, the world you see must be far away, deep and have a more thorough understanding.
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Autumn leaves are beautiful. When the wind blows, the leaves on the tree slowly fall, fly gracefully, turn out a beautiful arc and land. The process of falling leaves is beautiful. Autumn wind rises and autumn leaves fall. Love the autumn wind, it always makes me nostalgic. How many times, with such beauty and ecstasy, I danced in the west wind and felt sad in my memory. I wonder, who is singing a fragrant poem under the moon? Fragrant notes and brocade books reflect the charm of two hearts. Who plucked the ancient strings of the romantic field through the ages? And the poet's graceful feelings? Therefore, I feel sad at the sight of autumn frost, hurt my beauty at the sight of residual flowers, miss my old age at the sight of returning home, sigh for the rest of my life at the sight of chilling, and feel even more helpless at the sight of autumn wind and autumn rain. The autumn rain is very clear. At dusk, there is only residual lotus at the railing. When I look back, I can't finish writing. The sound of falling flowers came quietly from outside the window lattice. I sat in the silence of the night, listening to the drizzle blowing freely and the wind was crisp and audible. Who says autumn is only miserable? The harmony of autumn has long been in my heart. I think, conceive and mature in autumn, and autumn embraces everything with her emotional and broad mind. Vilen in autumn is real, and vilen in autumn is naked. Not as prosperous, eye-catching and colorful as spring; It is not as warm as summer, so carefully shaped, so moody and changeable. Autumn is autumn. Autumn honestly gives everything to nature. It faces cold, maturity and the return of leaves. Don't be surprised if you find two clusters of red Yun Ni on the Yuan Ye in autumn. It is not the flower soul of spring, but the red maple, which is the chilling beauty of autumn. But be careful, your hands and your heart will turn autumn into jade at any time. No wonder there are few clouds swimming in the sky, because when the clouds look up a little, they will melt into light blue in autumn. I like Yuan Ye in autumn-vast and rich, quiet and distant. Farmers burn weeds and sundries in the fields. Some people say it is "burning autumn". With the thick smell of grass, the smoke slowly rose to the sky, and many romantic fantasies flew with it ... at this time, I found that all my feelings were dissolved in the smoke. Speaking of burning autumn, I think of cool autumn. In the rustling sound, there are cleaners sweeping the fallen leaves all night. After sweeping, pile the autumn leaves into a pile; Soon, the thick and faint light smoke curled up and dispersed, just like the autumn fog in the mountains in the morning, which was the light smoke burning in autumn leaves and filled with thick fragrance. Burning autumn ... the word "burning autumn" makes me unforgettable for a long time. My past life came back to my mind through this word, and my memory became clear. Imagine a seed falling in the dust in autumn, what kind of waiting will it take to meet spring? Reach out and touch, autumn hay with the earth's body temperature, warm heat flow between your fingers. I can't help being happy. It turns out that as long as there is the earth, there is the heat flow of life. Autumn is beautiful, desolate and deep. Autumn sky, autumn weeds, autumn jungle, autumn streams, autumn colors and autumn breath. What does Yining have? Chatting with Ye Qiu. When gorgeous leaves, such as rosy clouds and golden butterflies, fall with the wind, each piece is filled with enthusiasm for flying, melting all my expectations and tenderness into the reverie of autumn wind. Seduce people to taste a pot of newly brewed chrysanthemum tea in the drunken sunset, with the fragrance of autumn flowing between their lips and teeth. In the misty rain, how many Zen-like solitary boats are swaying, wandering among the beautiful mountains and green waters, and the brow is full of endless calmness and leisure. "Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn, waves, waves of cold smoke. The mountains reflect the sunset water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the sunset. " I have always liked Fan Zhongyan's Su curtains. This kind of scenery that can only appear in dreams will arouse my desire to go out for a walk. But this is autumn in the poet's eyes. Such a beautiful artistic conception can only be created by poets. Walking on the path covered with yellow leaves, I picked up all my heart leaves, wrote down my name, made a bookmark, gave it to you, and treasured it ... just like a poem when I was a child, the time when I didn't know the taste of sadness was so unforgettable. Willow residue, grass withered; Flowers wither and butterflies fly; The sun sets and the dusk sinks; Near dusk, the moonlight is faint; Falling leaves know autumn, I miss it hard; I frowned last night, but now I am in my heart; Ming Che in autumn makes people dream of climbing high and looking far, which leads to the autumn of poetry; Autumn seems to be an element of beauty and art. Since ancient times, many literati have been fascinated by it, which is full of poetry. For example, Li Bai's Qiu Si: "Under the autumn leaves, the moon is cold and the chicken is sad, and the white dew disappears." Liu Yong's "Xue Meixiang's Ci": "The scenery is bleak, and the dangerous building is independent and clear, which is sad for autumn. At this time, I agreed with Song that I should be careful to "speak slowly": "How can I get to the west wind and climb the stairs? I am afraid that in the bleak season, fans will be sad for autumn. " Reading Ouyang Xiu's Ode to Autumn Sound, he said, "Qiu Fu, the criminal officer, was overcast; It is also like a soldier, it is in the act of gold; It is the loyalty of heaven and earth, and it is often based on killing. "At that time, there was a fear of' autumn' and thought that' autumn' was the end of the world. Later, I read a poem "Autumn" by the poet Haizi: Write down youth with our bones lying on the ground/on the beach. Then back up the aging father/for a long time, the direction was interrupted/animal-like fear filled our poems. Whose voice can reach midnight in autumn and make a long sound/cover up our bones lying on the ground-/autumn is coming. /Without the slightest forgiveness and warmth: Autumn is coming. /At this time, I found that there are peers in the world who feel the "autumn". Autumn belongs to gold, winter to water, spring to wood and summer to fire. But from a daily perspective, autumn seems to belong to water, so Zhuangzi, a great philosopher, has a famous sentence "Autumn Water in Zhuangzi", while Wang Bo, a talented scholar in the Tang Dynasty, has a beautiful sentence "Autumn Water * * * makes the sky color". The late poet Luo Yihe wrote in a poem: "The heavy rain came from Qiu Lai/Ask me about it. "Yes, autumn belongs to water. It blows off the stars like rain. Autumn wind blows off withered leaves and harvested fruits, and haystacks like mushrooms pile up in the fields-this is autumn in the north. Andrew West, an essayist, wrote his nostalgia for the seasons with affectionate pen and ink in Things on the Earth: "In autumn, fruits are everywhere on the earth, and they show kind faces, waiting for adoption from any side. Every season, it is difficult for me to be calm. I can't help but be moved by the sublimity that never dies in this world. I should visit that land. I should work with all people and get edification and enlightenment. The first autumn wind has blown away, and all the plants covered with seeds and fruits are covered with heads that are vertical to the earth. Any mature person here will have humility, and it is also a silent tribute and gratitude to his mother. "Life is alive and everything is autumn. People may feel something neglected in other seasons in autumn, which is sensitive and awe-inspiring. Autumn usually comes to this world quietly when the leaves fall. Autumn begins at this time when you see a maple leaf drifting slowly by you. In my personal memory, autumn is often sad and mournful. In fact, autumn has a very rich color and a very lively spirit. When you stroll through the countryside in the early morning of a frosty and windy autumn day, you can see the fire-like color dyed from the maple forest and persimmon bushes, and the purple is splashed all over the sky on the top of the mountain. It is simply the masterpiece of a bold and ambitious painter, casual and interesting, and has its own majestic charm. As the ancient poem said: Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say autumn is better than spring; Mr. Lu Xun has an essay about "Autumn", which is concise and full of charm, and that is "Autumn Night". He wrote: "In my backyard, you can see two trees outside the wall, one is jujube and the other is jujube. The night sky overhead is strange and high. I have never seen such a strange and high sky in my life. He seems to be leaving this world, so that people will never see his back again. However, now it is blue, with dozens of stars flashing, and it is cold. There was a smile on his lips, which seemed to make sense. He sprinkled frost on the wild flowers in my garden. "Autumn night has its own unique significance for Lu Xun in the situation, just like Dong Qiao said" autumn in words ".
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It's late autumn in autumn scenery. Walking into the empty campus, a cold wind blows, which makes people feel a chill. The campus in autumn is still brilliant and pleasant, and the trees are still so green; Flowers don't seem to know that late autumn has arrived, but they are still fragrant and open, still attracting bees with fragrance; Butterflies are still dancing on campus, attracting students' attention with their beautiful figures. There are some yellow leaves falling from trees in the flower beds on campus, and people's breath condenses into milky heat in the fresh air. Although it is already late autumn, the sun still goes to work every day, giving plants enough light and heat so that they can still grow well in the cold late autumn. Trees on campus sometimes sway with the wind; Sometimes standing still; Sometimes a few poor leaves fall from the branches. However, these do not affect the charm of green trees in late autumn. The flowers on campus are still blooming, bees are still busy collecting honey, and there are many bees flying around the flowers, looking for which one is better. The sky in late autumn is unusually solemn and bright. After the self-study, it was already dark, which made people feel very mysterious. There are several stars in the high sky, which makes people wonder: where have all the other stars gone? I like late autumn, bright sky and cool season!
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