Blowing a slight cool breeze, under the soft light of the silvery white moon, a voice whispered in my ear: Autumn has arrived. ......
Slightly cold, covered with white gauze as soft as moonlight, flying in the deep blue sky like agate leaves, safely falling on my hands, I looked down at this small leaf, although a little yellow, but still so cute, let you return to your origin! I blew it gently and it flew away again.
I looked up again, and the moon was more beautiful. Half a silvery white plate hangs in the sky, and there are several faint flashes in the boundless sky. I don't know if it is the stars in the sky or the lights on the ground. Not far away, there was a whisper from the next room, occasionally mixed with the sound of the wind blowing leaves and the lingering songs of birds.
When the footsteps of summer are still lingering, in the season, the messenger of autumn has quietly come to the world. At the moment when the goddess of two seasons passed by, nature attributed his boldness of vision and lofty sentiments to the wind. Then, as the weather turned cold, a page completely belonging to autumn scenery was displayed in front of people.
I wandered out to the quiet Little Square. The grass is silent, so are the trees, but I seem to hear them whispering again. What are you talking about? I must be dissatisfied with Qiu Shen ... A plane flew overhead and broke this beautiful silence. The moon is crazy, and so are the plants. The wind is not so soft, with Xiao Long and dragons. The darkness shook, and the moon and stars were hidden by an elf and naughty clouds. Soon, the clouds drifted away reluctantly. The moon smiled and the light was brighter. At the moment when the clouds floated away, the earth was gradually illuminated by silver light, as if seeing hope after the darkness receded.
The light came back again, and a trace of warmth flooded into my heart. ......
autumn
He Qifang
The morning dew falls,
The sound of logging jingled in the valley.
Put down the sickle full of fragrant rice,
Use a basket to put rich fruits and vegetables between bamboo fences.
Live in a farmhouse in autumn.
Drop a round net on the cold fog on the river,
Put away the shadow of cypress leaves like a herring.
The reed crown is covered with frost,
Shake the parked paddle gently.
The autumn sports meeting is held on fishing boats.
The grass is getting wider and wider in the cricket's cry.
The stream dried up and the stones became clearer.
Where is the flute on the cow's back?
The flute hole full of summer fragrance and heat?
Qiu Meng in the eyes of shepherdess.