: the color of autumn
When I saw the children paint the colors of autumn in their minds with colored pens, I also asked myself without thinking, what color is autumn?
I remember when I was a child, I didn't like autumn very much, because it was difficult to distinguish yellow leaves from wild fruits. I always thought autumn was yellow at that time. But this is not the main reason why I don't like autumn. In my opinion, I was the decoration of that autumn written by painters, poets and writers. I run in the harvest season, and the laundry basket on my back is decorated with autumn signs. Almost the moon was still sweating on the way home, and I seemed to think it was dark in autumn.
After graduating from junior high school, I left my motherland on yellow leaves for my dream. When I came to the bustling city, I saw overlapping shadows passing by. At night, you can't see the seasonal changes from the lights everywhere. I happened to see a yellow leaf in a classmate's book. Looking at her care like gold, she told me that it was the color of autumn. ...
Ten years have passed, and I have forgotten the change of seasons. I only seem to feel cold and hot. Looking at the brushes in the children's hands, I can't help but open my heart. Looking back on this road, I have climbed mountains. I fell down and got up again, and the autumn colors passed away at any time. When I settled down to interpret the days in my mind, I found that I really wanted to climb to the top of my hometown and take a look at the colors of autumn. It should have a taste, which is the real taste.
The color of autumn is the same every year, as the sun and the moon cycle. We change every year. Sometimes I ask myself repeatedly, what do we yearn for? Why do more people cherish a yellow leaf than we do, but we are full of autumn scenery and cry for the story behind a yellow leaf? In fact, the color of autumn is the color in your eyes, and the color of autumn is essential. It is our inner eyes that determine the color of autumn.
: the color of autumn
Listening is a way to get close to autumn and an art to purify the soul. Telling is a kind of autumn confession, and it is also a golden key to express one's feelings. When the gentle wind blows gently; When the yellow autumn leaves slowly fall; When the warm rain falls; When the earth wakes up from a deep sleep; When the crisp birdsong floated leisurely ... at that moment, did we feel the golden and rich autumn coming? Do we open our hearts and listen to the autumn melody with our hearts? Are we * * * full of * * singing autumn hymns? Walking alone on a tree-lined path in the back garden with a fairy tale in autumn. It's sad to read Ouyang Xiu's Ode to Autumn, and my mood is so bleak that I suddenly feel the vicissitudes of the world. Then, when leafing through the historical autumn, I stepped on the dense footprints and enjoyed * * * "Qinyuanchun"; Autumn in Changsha is so poetic, charming, warm and intoxicating, which makes you linger ... They often haunt my mind and float in my thoughts. Often turbulent in my heart; Perhaps it is also a temperament endowed by God that I am sentimental, love life and write poems and express my feelings.
Autumn, looking up at the stars gathered in the morning, is a gorgeous and colorful autumn. This is really a sad and rewarding season. Looking at its accelerating pace, I seem to smell its smell and fragrance.
Look at that weather-beaten forest, withered leaves are slowly falling from the trees. Some are yellow, some are green and some are crimson. Some are full of water and full of energy, and some are yellow and dry, and they are in danger. Without the connection between roots and branches, they would have no life. Since then, their trends have been useless. They are as beautiful as butterflies in different shapes, but at the same time, people can't help but sigh that the falling leaves indicate the end of life. Gradually, the forest was in chaos.
A gentle breeze came slowly and blew through my ears without stint. I didn't stay on my face, I just played around. I know that naughty autumn has come to report. That kind of coolness, at the same time, makes people feel chills and faint chill. Bathed in the late autumn breeze, my years will not be pale; My life will not be impetuous; My youth will not trample; My future will not be confused, and I will not reproduce the world of mortals ... because the wind in late autumn is indestructible; It is strong and powerful; It is full of * * *; It inspires people to go forward bravely. I like the taste of autumn, but I don't give up the baptism and beating of autumn wind. Although my face was flushed and my hair was dirty, it awakened my heart. From then on, instead of being Nuo Nuo, we must do things neatly, face up to our feelings, stop being stubborn, stop being cowardly and vulgar, and be an open and sunny sedan chair.
Look at those colorful and fragrant chrysanthemums, and the charming fragrance is blowing head-on. I know that autumn has come to us. Chrysanthemums also came to welcome her, one after another, and all the flowers rushed to bloom together. The unique fragrance of autumn floats in the air, permeates the smell of smoke in the kitchen, evaporates in the fresh air and floats in everyone's heart. One flower, two flowers, three flowers, one bunch, two bunches, three bunches ... they are scrambling to open in the sun for fear of missing the opportunity of autumn. The chrysanthemums of a family, showing off their own dust, stand alone in autumn, singing and monologuing in the best time of the four seasons. The fiery passion and lofty sentiments of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum are righteously in my mind for a moment. Colorful autumn, you fascinate me, you intoxicate me ... the gurgling clear stream flows down the stream mouth and beats on the rocks. The water plants are green and tall, as if hanging in the cracks of the stones, showing a legend that the river in autumn is very energetic. A very unique breath, a very special power. I don't know why, I always feel that autumn water is very thick, as if I suddenly woke up, as if cheering for the arrival of autumn, and as if I were rejoicing in the beauty of fallen leaves. In short, the smell of autumn has accumulated in the river. Autumn is transparent again. Autumn is colorful. The melody of autumn is beautiful. She falls everywhere, sings together and composes an autumn hymn.
Although autumn is not as vibrant as spring, summer and white as winter, its breath is beautiful. It dominates the world, and it is thriving ... In the romantic autumn season, the natural beauty of autumn has just been restored, and it seems that I really can't bear to express my feelings like the poem in my heart, as if it were a gentle and graceful dream. Buried in a mysterious fairy tale, so, standing at the peak of September, I am full of imagination and monologues about autumn, ready for a curtain call of autumn hope. In the quiet silence, those floating days will go with the wind. Autumn is cool and indifferent, wisps of smoke and a few helpless leaves dance calmly, another fairy tale belongs to you, and osmanthus in the air adorns this season. The enchanting and graceful lotus fell into the soil alone, and the birds in the field were not so calm. The green eyes are dim, and the gloomy castle peak is like a retro and primitive old heavy mountain, dignified and dignified, located on the edge of the jungle, inadvertently surrounded by green shade and covered by mountains. It is always having a silent dialogue with autumn, the air and itself ... Autumn has matured, harvested and succeeded. Large tracts of golden yellow are filled with the breath of life and the colors of human hope, like a beautiful picture scroll unfolding in the canal in September, drifting past. The original lush branches and leaves are pouring with green, and now Huang Cancan's heavy and indescribable songs are lasting and eternal.
Autumn is affectionate and lifelike. Staring at the blue sky and white clouds in the distance and counting the mood of autumn, only by savoring it carefully can we appreciate the beauty of autumn. Autumn rain whispers flowers, when will spring flowers fall, and how much do you know about the past? * * * A faint fragrance quietly scattered dust, landed on all fours and walked into the reincarnation platform. The soul will always stick to it and never go far. In a corner of my gentle life, the release of the next season makes me happy and bothers me with debauchery and pentium, which is deposited in a certain section of my heart, perhaps a little darker in ................................................................................. gold, expectations and efforts, sweat and gains. Quiet and warm, long and spreading reverie, in the days when youth passed away, quicksand-like years turned into the pages of this dusk, decorating life and the future scenery.
I am in late autumn, waiting and expecting those dreams that belong to me, whether they are as colorful as autumn colors!
: the color of autumn
Autumn is a beautiful picture, where is the beauty? I took a boat made of fallen leaves to see the beautiful autumn.
A gust of autumn wind blows, feeling cool, yeah! Autumn also sends waves of fragrance. I see many colors in autumn. How beautiful! What color is autumn?
I asked the grass:
The grass gently told me, "Autumn is yellow."
I asked Maple Leaf:
Maple leaves rustle and tell me, "Autumn is red."
I asked chrysanthemum:
Bai Ju whispered to me, "Autumn is white."
I asked the pine tree:
The pine tree told me loudly, "Autumn is green."
I asked the earth:
The earth proudly told me: "Autumn is colorful."
Ah! I finally understand the beautiful colors of autumn.