Autumn memorial
Since ancient times, autumn has been a symbol of sadness and a barometer of melancholy in life. Qu Yuan said, "Come on, autumn rolls, waves and leaves of Dongting Lake." Song Yudao: "Alas, the autumn wind blows the vegetation to get rid of the deterioration." Cao Pi's "Ge Yanxing" has a poem: "The autumn wind is bleak in cold weather, shaking off vegetation and revealing frost." Natural trees are low and leaves are blown. First, the image of human nature that comes into view produces the common sense of the soul, naturally thinking of the four seasons of life and the universe of the four seasons. "Monks understand that it is sixty years, and a leaf falls into the world." Autumn leaves fall, pass by, and feel sad, because "fresh autumn leaves are sad, like good governance, soft light belt", which makes people feel sad and happy.
Worry, the heart is autumn. Such as Li Bai's "dense cold orange, autumn old phoenix tree." Jia Dao "Autumn wind blows the Weihe River, and leaves fall all over Chang 'an. "Liu Yong:" Red is not as good as green, and martial arts is not as good as rest. " "The frost does not fly in late autumn, leaving the lotus to listen to the rain." However, "in the distance of autumn, going out is a cold mountain. "Five Clouds Unique to Sadducees in Yuan Dynasty" The autumn wind blows Bai Bo, and Tyumen hits Pinghu 10 in the Netherlands, which is the feeling of crossing autumn. "Ma Dai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, pushed it to the extreme. This melancholy deciduous tree, from a distance, was cold all night." Roaming around the country looking for fallen leaves and vermicelli, the air in autumn is very hot, sitting alone, feeling suddenly enlightened, even teenagers add old empty parks? Ta, a lonely wild monk, is very lonely and eager to say that Dumei "climbed" me three thousand miles away. Sadness now travels with autumn, and he has been on the stage alone for more than one hundred years. "The poet is away all the year round, and the autumn leaves suddenly fall. He associates life with pain. He lost his life in the sick season. Full of melancholy, he has split the air from miles for a hundred years. The vast space-time is shrouded in clouds, and it is difficult to complain. After the poisoned wine is a new stop loss. " Eight Poems was written in the calendar year (AD 766) when I lived in Kuizhou, with unstable and unpredictable life experiences, wandering old scenes, frustrated paddle-saving, bleak and sad dissatisfaction with autumn, overwhelming and ever-changing national tragedy, turbulent sea of clouds, surging waves on the river, and gloomy situation on the ground. The articles and books of this surname Qi are full of official poet's salary, and only when he swims can he get spiritual reward. When he walks through the bottom of pain, he is "on cloud nine".
Autumn is a portrayal of the state of mind. The cold, desolate, lonely, sad, simple and prosperous life has seen the realm of innocence and the bitter and cold environment pursued by artists. Numerous pine, a few lines of autumn geese edge sound. "The dawn of autumn, the color of the sun, Xiao, and the ice in Wan Li are quiet and lonely." Wang Bo is more open-minded. "Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn water and sky are the same color." Li Bai boldly knows that autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, a tall building that can be intoxicated. "Su Shi is quick-witted and the world is getting old. His works are full of colorful autumn scenery. You must remember the orange and greenest scenery. " If you have a wife, you can forget the pain. Just like Kong's letter, things are like a spring dream. "Life is like a dream, looking back on sepsis is unbearable." It's a big dream in the world, and the autumn is crisp. "Song Linbu releases autumn scenery, autumn wind sometimes flies alone, and cold smoke rises at sunset." Affectionate Liu Yong, at the moment, puts aside his pale light and sings unruly songs. "The rainy night sprinkled on the river. Some wash clear autumn. " There are no birds in a hundred mountains, and people in ten thousand scenes are off track, with a flat boat and a bamboo cloak, and an old man fishing for the cold river-snow. "For Liu Zongyuan in China, he fished the Hanshui River alone, and Wang Shizhen fished the autumn scenery alone". Li Yi shrank his boat and hooked it with 10 foot. Sing a bottle of wine and catch a river by yourself. "Poets are aloof from the world, and masterpieces are captured by ancient demons. The world will always bloom like spring, and exclusion belongs to ruthlessness and loneliness. But autumn is inevitable, and it is a season that must be experienced. Whether it is seasonal autumn or still life autumn, people who have experienced it have experienced vicissitudes, only maturity, only autumn harvest, and only old environmental art. In history, many literati have sung loud and clear autumn ode: "Autumn Ci" Liu Yuxi II:
Since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely, and I, autumn wins spring.
The clear sky rows clouds pavilion, and poetry will attract blue clouds. On a clear night, the mountains are bright and the water is frosty, and several trees are deep red and light yellow.
The experimental tower is alive, it was born, and the people incited by the Spring Festival are crazy.
Yang Wanli, a poet, appreciated another beautiful autumn from another angle, and his "Walking on a Cool Autumn Night:
Autumn is not necessarily sad, but a mild cold is a pleasant day.
The red lotus in the green swimming pool in autumn still leaves the smallest money.
From autumn mountain to autumn, Li Bai flew with lofty feelings and went straight to the bottom of the pen in the crisp autumn:
I think Qiu Xingyi and Qiu are sad?
When the mountain falls into the water, the sky is high and the clouds are light.
Autumn, for signs of aging, this sentence is "old-fashioned." However, other things are a symbol, and its maturity and complexity are boundless and clear; The moon is in the sky, and the magpie bridge flies; The maple leaves rustled and Qiu Chan was silent. At this time, Ye has completed a reincarnation and handed himself over to the earth. Strong roots have given birth to a new round of maturity and harvest transformation. Therefore, autumn leaves are sentimental, and geese yearn for the sky; The selfless dedication and the realm of autumn have a far-reaching impact on people.
Wang Wei, an idyllic poet, lives in seclusion in the deep mountains, and Zen poetry calligraphy often sits and watches the clouds and water from the front line to the poor. "The perception of autumn is unforgettable and simple, the realm is indifferent to nature, the image is ethereal, the feelings are harmonious, the meaning is harmonious. The original intention of the landscape image in his eyes is that his landscape poems are a landscape painting, which is fascinating to read; See all the old books owned by God and the goods of the material world passing through the territory. " "Mountain Autumn Night" cloud:
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream.
The female lotus with low bamboo noise normalization is fixed under the fishing boat. During the spring break, the prince and grandson stayed alone.
The poet's feeling is that Tang Bohu is empty and quiet, full of Zen, with pleasant autumn colors, pine moon and stone springs, bamboo pavilion girls, lotus flowers moving and fishing boats. Is it strict in poetry? Is it a lottery swallow? Is it Zen swallow? It seems that it is not all. This is a secluded, indulgent, relaxed and pleasant autumn like a paradise, with exquisite poetry and Zen. Even the noble prince lingers carefree.
Four seasons "Spring is full of four seasons, Xia Yun is full of peaks, the autumn moon is bright, and Dongling is lonely." But I love autumn alone, and autumn is homesick. Compared with the gaudiness of spring, autumn is solemn and solemn, compared with summer, it is lush, and autumn is a relatively simple and transparent tolerance between autumn and winter. Autumn is a season full of personality. Autumn is the artistic conception of an old tree with withered vines. Autumn clouds mourn through extinction and regeneration. Autumn is a passionate genius, and autumn is a home with a foggy background. When spring is lazy and stretched, weapons are passionate in midsummer, and a stranger sleeps in winter night, only in autumn. Facing the ups and downs of emotions, he is in endless grief and spiritual shock, without regret and consternation, stubborn and weak, tasting a touch of sadness, soaking a crumpled peace, the frivolity of spring and your partner's efforts, gently digesting the silence of summer and late autumn, and keeping the old man silent. Silently speaking, tears are moved to write on the sonnets of life.
Autumn eulogizes every leaf for you!
In autumn, I gave you high praise, old people!
Autumn, my eyebrows, every detail of you!
Autumn cheers for you! You are brave!
Roland:
Autumn This autumn is beautiful, and the beauty lies in the crystal.
Some people like autumn eyes, which is that Shen Feng likes autumn.
Represents the beauty of autumn maple leaves, not only frost and red; The breeze is heroic.
When the leaves are gradually empty, Lin Qiu shows its elegance, which is a bustling and free-and-easy place without any embellishment, regardless of worldly detachment.
Moving Lin Qiu reflects the sunset. It was so drunk that it set off the horizon in the dusk. The evening breeze is clear and cool, and the dusk is immersed. This is a very bright and sad beauty. It makes you want to cry for a few sad life experiences, but it gradually fades away from the tranquility and warmth after drunkenness, and barely condenses unrestrained emotions.
A painter painted a hospital with frosted maple leaves in autumn. Tall maple trees, quietly hiding in a secluded park, with thick doors and deep cover, look at endless loneliness, as if I had lived there and tasted the silence of autumn. I still want to walk quietly into the painting and ask the deep and heavy door to see how many footprints of life are sealed by these dust.
Chewy autumn sky is lonely. The faint nature comes leisurely, quietly away from the hubbub, and the noisy world is no longer indifferent.
Autumn wind is the purest wind, so don't add it. It's refreshing to walk through the garden-this season is this season, metabolism, life and death are life and death, sorrow and joy are sorrow and joy, and rustling leaves are not favored. No interference, no lingering.
Youth and wind are the same crystal. Point Qiu Jiang, Egret Sha Ou ",this kind of crystal depiction has nothing to worry about, and the tension may last for a long time. Proud to kill illiteracy in Wan Huhou, "Autumn is so spotless.
Wild cranes in idle clouds are the theme of autumn. The beautiful clear sky and faint white clouds in autumn are enough wild cranes, as clear as autumn water, far away from the word "idle" autumn mountain, unable to catch a fluttering Xiao and stick to "escape" "Leisure" and "Rest assured" are the colors of autumn.
For some people, this autumn is beautiful. It has to be. People will have such a beautiful woman. Such beauty comes from the heart. He has everything, but he wants nothing. It forms the opacity and freedom of deep cognition and perception.
Autumn is a mature season, a harvest season and a complete season, but this season is a pity. It torments the prosperity of spring and summer, and it is no longer praised or loved. All this praise and pet isolation Danqiu, willing to make a fiery vision, but not autumn.
[opinion]
This article is beautiful. Poetic language and sentences, full of passion, depict external beauty, while broad-minded and indifferent attitude, thought, clarity and freedom are its internal beauty. Personalization and personalization in autumn. Personality and personal style, the ultimate beauty and inheritance of late autumn. Two autumn leaves
Chen weili
The chill of autumn, a gust of wind condensed into several dead leaves on the bare tree trunk, and the children who refused to climb up cringed and whirled. Suddenly, a leaf floated into my communication webpage. Black and yellow, carnival fiasco, twisted my body, I don't know what bugs are covered with sores. I suddenly thought of worry, is it the heart of autumn?
Sad autumn, I also like autumn. Every time the first fallen leaf flies out of the dense green, every time the autumn coolness brushes my curtain silently, the sweet and mixed melancholy channel attracts attention to silver, and a long "Oh, falling into my heart becomes an inexplicable tragedy for pregnant women" will slip out of my lips.
Life is like a dead leaf? The fleeting time is dark green, yellow and black, floating on the ground and buried in a corner I don't know. A gust of wind, you want to fly away, and the pages are bare and trembling. I introduced it, hoping to embed it in the book. I think this book is too hot to allow ice leakage if it is spread. You must find the body and then find another one.
I didn't open a pillow from the side of a pile of books, thinking it was the back of my bedroom and put it there. Seeing the bold words, I immediately fell in love with seeing a pair of bright spots in the children's eyes, and a bustling camel with life force and extra responsibility spilled out. Therefore, I suddenly felt excited when I put the warm autumn in my heart. He loves me, and he loves mountains-which makes me very angry. After graduating from college, he chose the mountain!
Open the seal and dig out a letter for hongyi. Take it out and fall to the ground. The pit is full of heat, heat and stomach heat-this is a generally fiery maple leaf.
I stood stupefied, subconsciously leaning against two autumn leaves, and suddenly, the dead red maple leaf illuminated its disgusting poverty! I lost it, I don't understand, why can I give birth to this body, a cold heart, a treasure of Ye Er?
"Do you love Hongfeng?" He stared at me with bustling and energetic eyes and said, "Yes, it can also belong to the chill of autumn, but that is to squeeze the heat generated by himself to burn the red flowers in February to decorate the red and cold world, his last life." ......
Gradually worried about the lack of heart rest in autumn. The spring of life is lovely, but there is no reason to worry about whether it is necessary to leave life. Even autumn has flaming maple leaves, not to mention the spring and summer behind.
So my dead leaves are embedded in the pop-up window of the webpage, and the red maple from the mountain.
Late autumn express
Autumn scenery in Beijing is worth a visit. In my opinion, it is not in the Xiangshan Mountains, but winding in the Yanshan Mountains, outside the Shanxi Gate and along the mountains. This time, driving on the Badaling Expressway in the north of Chebei, the natural landscape outside the window presents a constantly changing picture. Around the ridge is Miller, and around the ridge is Manet. Colors come from all directions, and everyone is alive and kicking. Completely yellow, red, red, transparent, lush green, and even clouds curled up like feathers, floating in the blue sky. The people sitting in the car can't help but get excited and vaguely sad: "Autumn is good, why are you in such a hurry? Haven't you seen enough?" When the time series enters 1 1 month, it will inevitably produce such a nostalgic and sad mood. However, this kind of emotion has not experienced the monotonous green immersion in the long summer, not only because of the nostalgic color in the autumn sunshine and the natural beauty in the warm autumn, but because the harmony and beauty in front of us are really fascinating, and it seems that the sunshine from a specific angle does not shine on this gorgeous country with such comprehensive, full and diffuse colors, so deep and so strong emotional and literary atmosphere. Therefore, it is not enough to say that autumn is a world of colors, or that autumn is a world of color matching. Why? Because life is the most precious, and the world of life will always be. We say that someone paints because his paintings are aura, and the so-called aura is life. The restless water falls, and it doesn't just hear insects chirping. Autumn is hot, noisy and beating. Sing all the beautiful songs in this season. Closer to autumn and winter, the tenacity of life expresses itself, trying to squeeze into the beautiful nature, or leaving its own color and sound charm, like an old painter's knot in his later years, and their life skills are attracted to the canvas.
Look at the poplars on both sides of the road. The leaves of the old poplars began to fall off, and some of them were so old that their branches stood upright with their heads facing the sky. Poplar is stubborn by nature, and even Ye Qiu doesn't want to be scattered into mud on the ground. Even if it is cracked and broken, the irregular shape of the curled posture will increase the seemingly endless golden carpet, which will be called alkali.
The sunshine in autumn, sitting in people's hearts, is trembling about to get on the bus or get lost in autumn, which makes people speechless and sinks into the great power of life. Blue sky and white clouds, near the foothills of poplars, mountains, mangroves and Pinus tabulaeformis, unknown trees are scattered. Che likes Zhicheng's impressionist paintings very much. The colors are harmonious and the picture is so full that people don't talk, as if they were drunk. If the mountains, stones, forests, trees, people and bodies are made of steel plates, life in performance is an indispensable part of these landscapes and becomes a valuable part. As a result, the people on the bus began to sit still, asking themselves, after living in Beijing for so many years, why haven't they seen the real autumn? How can they be mediocre and confined to the roof of Beijing in autumn, pigeons flying under the blue sky, two stars with dates and the pale moon in the night sky?
Turning the corner, in Beijing, on this unknown and unremarkable road along the hillside, the ordinary remote control, the name of the ordinary and insignificant mountain, even carries the beautiful essence of autumn in Beijing and Xiong Mid-Autumn Festival!
(Guangming Daily)
Clear autumn closed the door.
Author: Zhao Han
In the relatively vigorous spring, there are always some people who are worried about the arrival of autumn, which is also called the autumn harvest season. However, in the habitual view, people always forget that in summer and winter, they are used to the year of "Spring and Autumn". Spring is a symbol of the beginning of morning and autumn, which is undoubtedly in the evening and the end. Inadvertently, the residual heat in late summer and early autumn began to flow away quietly, and people often inadvertently ignored its existence.
Cool, windy, silent at the door, can not get the door of the inner world, because of the natural life outside. Through this window, all the way to the door, I saw the fallen leaves at the door rubbing gold, and it was found. Autumn is really golden, but it is not inferior to the green in spring. However, this is a dream with a veil, floating around and then replaced by snow.
Where to go in autumn? In exchange for silence, what about the pure land of the west? Yandang may have moved, but he forgot whether his original migration team was "a" or "a person"; Insects are still in the fields, mumbling and singing monotonous and puzzling poems. Through the decline of gold, the imaginary scene: standing on a high mountain overlooking the terrace patch at the foot, mainly yellow, is the color and regular shape of this land more like the complicated hand-woven colored gold of Zhuang women? In this case, the door creaks and the power of nature gradually disappears until the change should be rich in color.
Therefore, the autumn closed in autumn left no trace, even. The door has become a mirror of autumn, reflecting on dreams and facing reality. I don't know if there are some yellow leaves outside the door, which are pressed into silhouette by dust, or if the breeze brings an unknown wilderness. The gate is still lonely, and some people's bagpipes are lingering, but the more meaningful theme is intriguing. Just wait, it seems to be moldy. Long wait, numb, and don't worry about whether they can wait for the result.
Once again, I was hazy and smelled the fragrance of seeds. A person sitting in an open chair saw the eaves dripping with frost and the cobwebs in the corner carrying heavy dust. I already know that spiders must stand in their nests in summer. I don't know if the worm has reached the end of its life or entered a dormant state. From the narrow doorway, half a cool moon peeps at the outside world under the dim light. How to build it at the tailgate? Blink your eyes, the door is still there. We can't just cry and sigh all night.
Autumn is regular. Things that are not in this season may not be as round as possible. Can we measure speculation in a clear way? It is said that mosquitoes always bring malignant viruses in autumn, so people are easily infected with malaria. Only bad things are expected to be completely eliminated next spring, when people are still "thinner than yellow flowers."
Finally, I got up the courage to open the door, which had been closed for a long time. It turns out that autumn is cool, and there is a faint fragrance of osmanthus falling in the night. Maybe the sun will rise tomorrow ... the leaves are small and prosperous, and the temperature will rise through soft hair. In fact, I am in the hands of autumn.
Rain in early autumn
Author: Yao Zhanghua
A faint wind came in through the open window. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and smelled that kind of breath-there was a little shallow melancholy hidden in the cool rain in early autumn. Although it is only early autumn, does the wind have the invincible and unstoppable momentum of summer? Probably because of the tired loneliness, I think something is missing from the positioning spring. Although the experienced days stretch in autumn, the trees on both sides of the road are still in midsummer and lush. It is better to see some fallen leaves scattered on the concrete floor of the city.
I remember the rain when I was a child, and I had a strong aversion, especially in spring and sweeping the rain. Still living in the old house built by grandpa in the suburbs. People feel depressed and depressed after the masters who think they are sure of ink painting in the sky brush the ink-splashing rice paper. The most important reason is that you can only stay indoors and can't go out to play at will. Therefore, I hope there will be a storm. However, this rolling autumn seems to have chosen to oppose me. What is a good day? Sometimes it's really boring. I sat at the gate, watching the drizzle bump and gather in some small ponds in the courtyard, and watching countless ripples circulating in the ponds. Overflowing rainwater flows into several streams along the hillside. I think downstream emissions will disappear from sight at the end of the year. Where will it flow? I began to imagine, so they were bored.
After all, rain is enough, no matter in the long run. As the rain gradually decreased, the sky gradually brightened. Sometimes when the sun comes out in a hurry, you will see the real scene of "sunrise in the east and rain in the west" The golden wedding storm turned into golden ripples, still circulating in the golden pond of the hospital. I have come to understand that the most beautiful sun, if not cloudless in Wan Li, is very hot, but after a few days of rain, the gloomy clouds have dissipated, and the air is moist and the clouds are cool after the rain. I don't like hiding from the rain, but I have a special liking for the rain in the early Qing Dynasty.
The rain has gradually stopped. I want to get used to watching cows on the balcony. After several days of continuous rainfall and early autumn. ......
Autumn, autumn (Zhang Xiaofeng)
The ups and downs of vines, purple spray has affected my window, and suddenly it is profitable.
The sun is dazzling white, like tin, like many glowing metals. Wise ancients thought it had four seasons in Jin Mu? We like green wood, but how can we not be afraid of snow-white metal?
Snow White, you can feel it with your eyes closed. The clouds on the reeds are covered with mangosteen, so chaotic and scarred under the oppression of the dream song wind.
Summer is too long in our city, so we can't play later in autumn. But autumn will never be confused-a hard, shiny metal season. Let us experience the cool breeze in the pine trees, and let us know the newly mowed grassland.
Life is regressing, but it's still so easy to get excited. As a poet.
"Still worship America."
I'm afraid it's the same obsession as when I fell in America at the age of 50.
Time, in Nanjing, the first thing to remember is dribs and drabs. The screen is often a beautiful country. I quietly walked away from the adults around me and sat alone on the grass. The plane tree leaves began to fall, with many mysterious aesthetic feelings, and fell into my heart. I was suddenly confused, and my little heart couldn't bear the excitement. I am as confused as picking up a fallen leaf. The leaves are brown and curved, like a carrier of dreams, and there are two long buttonwood trees on one side of the boat. In the snowy rain, Wu Tong picked up a child from a gust of wind. There must be one or two. I didn't pick up the buttonwood. The grass sprouted, didn't it? For more than twenty years, I seem to hear the west wind in the distance, and the leaves rustle in the wind. I can also see those seeds carrying dream boats, sailing on the grassland and sailing in hope.
I remember what the scene was like on the small balcony at dusk. It was an ancient city wall. Late spring and autumn are bleak, and I often don't know who has added a desolate buzz. I like the desolate beauty, so inexplicable. Once my uncle brought mottled stone walls and vast grassland, and I was deeply moved. When he read Xin Jiaxuan's ci, he always felt so familiar with the gloomy and sad mood. Actually, I don't know what this word is. I am familiar with the ancient city of Nanjing in autumn.
Later Liuzhou, a city with mountains and trees. Walking in the street, there is always the smell of orange pomelo on both sides. The school is right. There is a mountain in front of me. I always feel that geography textbooks are 100 thousand mountains. In autumn, the clear and yellowish blue sky appears higher.
"Yuanyuan," I asked my companion in awe. "Did you teach Gong, an art teacher, to draw this picture?"
"Yes, he can."
"Of course, of course," she cried eagerly. "Unfortunately, he recently broke out to play basketball. Otherwise, he can draw the whole Liuzhou and the whole world. "
There was a silence.
"Really?"
"Really, of course it's true."
I took a look at her, and then I looked at the mountains, sacred and beautiful, and the mountains were deep in autumn.
"No, it's impossible." Suddenly, I said with certainty that he couldn't draw, definitely not. "
I don't remember how the debate ended that day. The girl's name is Yuan Yuan. If I can see it again in ten years, I will insist.
No one can draw a mountain, no one can.
Yuanyuan, how are you? Do you admit it? Two years ago, I met a girl named Yuanyuan who was anxious to ask her, but she smiled and said that she didn't remember living in Liuzhou. One day, she won't be you, no one can forget the Dragon City, no one can forget the splendor, Chen Xiong and the Golden Mountains.
The west wind makes metal strings and jingles happily. When people grow up, they can read "autumn poems", ride bicycles and imagine the feeling of "full autumn" with two ears.
Autumn travel albums are usually a strong memory. Remember, swim back from fatigue and get on the tour bus.
"Which season do you like best?" I asked Ji.
Autumn. She simply replied that all the beautiful autumn eyes are combined.
I suddenly felt elated.
"Me, us."
She said that many stories in autumn are stories of mountains and villages for me. She also described to me that she often slept in a small pond next to her, and the fruit in the forest could not be eaten.
Cars along the way, stops along the way, and cars are empty.
"Zhi," I suddenly lowered my head, "what will you do when our old companions close our lives one by one and our seats gradually become sloppy?"
"I will be very sad," she said sadly.
What are we doing? Zhi, we just said that some little girls are stupid and deep, and there is no way to help them get rid of it. /& gt； But anyway, we hide in a pair of trees to study and sleep with you in America.
Now, your work is in Zhongshan District. In the days of missionary work, I love those simple mountain gods. At the beginning of this year, we met again and were in a good mood. Sitting on a small ferry, the Danshui River has not yet opened in the blue mist, and you continue the story of your mountain.
"Sometimes, when I get to the mountain, I climb slowly alone." You said, "Suddenly, I stopped and found that the walls on the mountain were magnificent and blue!" "
I stood in surprise, how much like America!