"Poetry on the pillow is good, and the scenery in front of the door is good." This is a very poetic picture, one day, a poem, a scene, a little touch-up, as if life is full of articles. Poems and books moisten things silently and meaningfully. No matter how long you soak in knowledge and culture, as long as such a picture can be integrated into a part of life from the beginning, it is comfortable enough. If you don't read poetry every day, you will be indifferent; It's a waste not to turn over the article for a few days; If you are thirsty for knowledge, you will be intoxicated with it and gradually accumulate a "poetic life" that enjoys yourself.
Unfortunately, I woke up late. I don't know how to study hard when I am full of black hair, but I regret studying when I am full of white hair. Now I begin to study with several groups, only to know how ignorant I am, and I am even more ashamed of reading too few books. How can so much time in the past be wasted on ineffective social interaction and boring work? On the other hand, I am glad that I am not lost in the end, so it is the right choice to cherish the present, have such a good study circle to live and study, and listen to lectures and read poetry books without worry! Reading history makes people wise, and reading poetry makes people witty. I am still a clown at heart. I don't have any experience in college or learning infiltration. I just cram some practical subjects off and on. After all, joining the work after graduating from junior high school is a melting pot for society to correct itself a little. To tell the truth, I have too little inner motivation to learn. Learning fur is also for the utilitarian purpose of decorating the empty shell, which is too far from the goal of real talent and practical learning, so I still have no confidence to say that I am an enthusiastic or diligent learner, so the wind of gentle scholars is even more out of reach. Because I know that my "learning" will always be like a lame juggling performance, or just learning a little bit of boxing kung fu, which is neither good nor useful, and there are enough perfunctory elements before and after. Just like I bought a thick set of books such as Tang poetry, Song poetry and Han Fu, which have been dusty on lonely bookshelves. This is just a facade to show that I am not an ignorant person. The key is that my heart has never calmed down and I have seriously entered the beautiful world of poetry. For me, whose literary accomplishment is not high, it is like the height of mountains and clouds.
Nowadays, primary school students read classic sage articles early, and some schools require them to read an ancient poem every day, which is shameful. It is also popular to meet friends in Chinese studies, such as The Analects of Confucius, University, The Doctrine of the Mean, Yangming's Mind and so on. What you see, hear, feel and experience, if you don't read some excellent classical poems, will really be eliminated by society, because you know, it's better to talk about the past and the present than how old you are. If you think that others can be full of ideas, talk with Kan Kan, be calm, and breathe freely, it will be a bit shabby compared with your own constraints. It is difficult to fill in the blanks when using books. For example, people often say that "there are poetry books in their bellies", and when it is their turn to speak, people will know whether they are "parallel imports". Therefore, in the United States, my wife often abuses me: when going out, talk less, you can pretend to be deep, and don't reveal the secret after saying a few words! Hehe, I hit back: you said it was English, so I don't understand Chinese? I used to be simple and honest, not good at talking, but now I know how to learn. I can't look at people with my eyes! That's what I said, but when I meet high-level people, I'm often embarrassed by my weak self-confidence of making a fool of myself.
I can't remember who said, "In your temperament, there are hidden roads you have traveled and books you have read." After understanding this sentence, I feel that learning has a direction, and I am no longer like a blind man touching an elephant. I suddenly realized that reading some ancient poems often can change a person's temperament most subtly. The challenge lies in gnawing hard bones. Some people may find it a bit difficult, boring and even obscure. In the fast-paced modern social life, reading ancient poems is a bit out of place or lofty. But I still stubbornly believe that if you want to be gentle and elegant, and want to increase the aura and charm of some literati, you should be less surly and paranoid and more gentle and gentle in the infiltration of poetry, traditional classics and famous works. Less impetuous, more self-restraint; Less frivolous and tacky, more firm and clear; Less outspoken, more connotation; Less fame and fortune, more elegance and calmness; Less speculation, more character, less conformity and more moral responsibility; Less selfish distractions, more feelings for home and country ... All the long-term edification, all the chanting of taste, all the fragrance of calligraphy, all the accumulation and precipitation will certainly shape a unique integrity of oneself and literati. Isn't this the artistic conception you want and pursue? I think the more life experiences, the stronger this desire will be.
Learning is not enough. When we live more thoroughly and understand more thoroughly, we will be more and more sure of what we often say: the first happiness is physical happiness, full of warmth and material desire. The happiness in the middle is spiritual happiness, poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and traveling around the world. Of course, advanced happiness is the happiness of the soul, with lofty beliefs and dedication, so that others can be happy because of their own existence and reach the highest state of perfection. Then, if we have time, we will study. Ming Can Dao is regarded as the practice of talent, wisdom, spirit and soul, because he understands and purifies feelings, and feels happy with a peaceful mind, or can influence others? Maybe it's boring to read those classical anthologies or ancient poems at first, maybe it's a little bitter, like thick white wine in the throat, which is too spicy to swallow, but if you calm down, keep your temper, ponder and absorb the taste, there will still be tea to moisten your mouth. Once back in Gansu, my cheeks are fragrant and memorable. Through my recent habit, I spend 20 minutes reading excellent ancient Chinese every day. My own experience is to say: Only when books are far-reaching and there are dry Kun in the poetic world, and books infiltrate my soul, will there be a poetic, infatuated with life and lightly drunk state of mind.
When you have love and understanding, you will be more aware of the benefits of opening books. Think about it, regardless of ancient and modern times, reading has always been the lowest threshold to the nobility, or it may be the lowest cost, and it has become the best path to achieve class counterattack. Zeng Guofan said: "People's temperament is hard to change because of life, but reading can change their temperament." Then, as an amateur to cultivate temperament and read more ancient poems, you can travel through thousands of years of time and space, become attached to the ancients, make your mind open-minded, let your mind keep books, gallop through the spiritual world, enrich your life, thus expanding your knowledge and optimizing your mind. Being able to love the pure style, broad artistic conception and extreme sensibility of ancient poetry just makes up for the crowded anxiety of our current life information flooding and pressing rhythm. Think again, whether it is the expression of various emotions in classical literature or the metaphor of scenery, the categories of lofty sentiments, homesickness, melancholy, desolation, nostalgia, lovesickness, leisure, heartbroken, release, philosophy, scenery and so on are all beautiful, nourishing our consciousness and having a long aftertaste. A little more proud, dare to say who in world literature does not lament the beauty of China's ancient poems with thousands of years of history, such as the beauty of sound, words, sentences, rhyme, imitation, expansion, awakening and singing, which is recognized as second to none? The richness, exquisiteness, profundity and profoundness of ancient poetry have impressed scholars at home and abroad! Just as I saw the feeling that "land space and sky share" was translated into "mountains and rivers are different, the moon and sky are the same", I was immediately moved by the beauty of China's classical literature!
The ancients said, "Hungry reading can be meat, cold reading can be hair, good reading can be foolishness, lonely reading can be a friend, worrying reading can be a stone, and the harp can be a harp." It is as happy as reading to have a bad heart and desire. "Every day, we are reading casually, sitting alone under the porch window, drinking a cup of green tea, reading our hearts, and heaven and earth are predestined friends. We don't ask the paradise in our dreams, and we don't lament the impermanence of the world. It quietly precipitates elegance, and there is no lack of breath of plum, bamboo and chrysanthemum. It's hard to be confused by loneliness. Quiet, profound, warm, ordinary, how comfortable! In addition, there is a folk proverb that says, "You can recite 300 Tang poems without knowing how to recite them. ".Even if it is a jingle, it is elegant! Occasionally interacting in a circle of friends can make up two poems. I think it is also a clean stream, which seems to be much stronger than a compliment or a pale sentence. Showing personality and writing charm may make people pay more attention and give back. The so-called "broad vision, many a mickle makes a mickle and thin" will certainly attract people's appreciation!
So, I read a little poetry myself, and I can show off my prose to stimulate the "inspiration" of making things up:
For example, watching Melissa in California send photos on Halloween, she wrote in an essay:
Camouflaged pumpkin lanterns in front of the house, the host shouted for hospitality and called for candy from his partners. Strange costumes attracted the show!
For example, watching new york Zhibin travel by boat, I will write:
Smooth sailing, step on the song! On the most beautiful journey, the sunrise and dusk are all Range Rover. Ling Bo is full of waves, the sea is vast and the sky is blue, make Youlong! Set sail for your dreams!
For example, driving to see the roadside red maple brilliant, autumn brightly, will write:
Autumn is not an inevitable sadness, but a pleasant cold.
Red leaves are affectionate, yellow leaves are happy, green leaves are gentle and calm transition, and the quiet beauty of autumn leaves is the scenery of life!
Fall into your eyes, put it down.
Love and enthusiasm, silence and silence, how can it be bleak?
As far as you can see, Qiu Ge's autumn rhyme is not cool.
For example, if you go to the park to see trees, you will scribble when you think of it:
The wild fragrance is rich, the beautiful wood is beautiful, the wind and frost are noble and clean, and the deep and clear red maple is quiet, pure and transparent, with a charm of character. Seeing it from the nature, the intention is subtle. There is no vulgar dust, no gray, no obstacles, and some are clean, pure, frank, lofty, tall and straight, and elegant. ...
For example, when I exercise in the morning and see the lake in Central Park and the surrounding trees and buildings, I can't help but write a few words:
The pond is full of autumn water, and the rainbow is reflected in the mirror. Autumn heart is like water, beautiful beyond words.
The layers of forest are dyed and everywhere is brilliant. Prosperity is everywhere, time is peaceful, and tall buildings, trees, lakes and floating people are naturally harmonious.
Many places in new york have not been carefully appreciated. Time flies, I'm used to it. In retrospect, I seem to have lost my affection for the four seasons and beautiful mountains and rivers, but I was occupied by trivial daily and human fireworks. Really missed a lot of places full of "beautiful scenery"!
In fact, the situation changes with your heart. If you love, life is lovely everywhere. If you are beautiful, life is full of fragrance. Live in the moment.
Feeling: You must remember the good scenery in a year. The most beautiful scenery is Huangshi.
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Whether it is good or not, if it is sent out in a circle of friends, it will often be well received. A friend attached a sentence, talented! Whether it's true or not, it's still a little smug. No matter how bad it is, it shows that we are people who like words. At first, we are different from the image of a lout in the past, and the confidence of a culture is slowly being cultivated and rooted. Now you can empty yourself and be enthusiastic about learning. Will your future life be "poetic"?
It can be said: don't let the rest of your life be full of regrets, don't spend your life bored, and don't greet your day loosely. Purity does not disturb the noise, kindness, softness, fearlessness, indifference, confusion and disappearance, cultivate one's mind and cultivate one's nature, swim in words and books, get drunk in time, half fireworks, half poetry, this life can be waited for, not too fast!
Attachment: The poems I recently studied are edited as follows. I still thank Mr. Chen for his dedication. Many poems are about autumn, so autumn scenery, which was photographed in my spare time, is kept as an illustration.
The new pavilion leans on the bamboo sill, and the beautiful wood opens the hibiscus. The morning breeze smells far away, and the color is cold and dew. Natural and unrestrained out of the world, high-spirited, different. Taste color and empty metaphor, who is the creator? Leave the autumn moon, pass the mountain bell. Liu Tang General Hospital of Furong Pavilion. In the cold dew season, the chill is aggravated, and the warmest thing is that someone will remind you to add clothes and quilts. In this world, the most precious thing is companionship, and the warmest thing is emotion. My friend, no matter what you are doing, no matter how busy you are, you should take care of yourself. When you are tired, you should know how to slow down, pay attention to rest and take care of yourself. Health and peace are the greatest happiness.
I'm dying. I have had friends all my life, and I have had scattered friends, only a few left! White hair hanging down three thousands of feet, laughing at all things in the world. What can make the public happy? I see how charming Qingshan is, and I expect Qingshan to see me like this. Emotions and looks are slightly similar. A statue scratched its head in the east window. Think of the poem "Stop the Cloud" in the Yuan and Ming Dynasties, and the flavor at this time. Those who seek fame on the left side of the river don't know the secret of mud mash. Looking back, the clouds are flying. I don't hate the ancients, I don't see them, I hate them for not seeing my crazy ears. My two or three sons who know me worry me. "He Xinlang is very weak" by Song Xin Qi Ji. Xin Qiji's madness is maverick and unconstrained style. When Xin Qiji abdicated and lived in seclusion, he was still full of pride. There is a kind of madness, which is self-confident and invincible. Even if you travel through the present and the present, you will not lose your madness.
The heavy rain falls on you Yan, the white waves are sky-high, and the fishing boat is outside Qinhuangdao. We can't see a piece of Wang Yang, so who can we turn to for help? In the past 1000 years, Wei Wu waved a whip and left a legacy in the East. The bleak autumn wind is changing the world again today. Mao Zedong's "Langtaosha Beidaihe" has a bleak autumn wind, but the world is magnificent. Facing the vast autumn scenery, Mao Zedong was deeply touched and wrote this magnificent stroke. The beauty of autumn is clear, high, wide, far, quiet, clean, deep, thick and big. High school is quiet, wide and deep, quiet and pure, thick and wide. The bleak autumn wind has arrived today, and it has changed the world. It's description, discussion and feeling! Meaningful and lingering, it seems to lead us to an infinite time and space to explore the infinite meaning.
The poem Stop Clouds is written for missing relatives and friends. The bottle is filled with clarified new wine, and flowers are arranged in the back garden, but my good wishes can't be realized, and my sigh is helpless, and my heart is full of sadness. The second time the air clouds gathered, the spring rain was like clouds and mist. He raised his eyes and looked at his loss. The water stopped him. Fortunately, there is new wine at home, and it is comforting to drink it. Missing friends far away is hard to meet when traveling. Tao Yuanming's "Four Stopping Clouds" Tao Yuanming bluntly said that this is a group of poems that miss relatives and friends. The bottle is full of clarified new wine, and the back garden is lined with blooming flowers, but my good wishes can't be realized. I sigh helplessly and my heart is full of sadness. It is better to leave a deep regret for the years than to miss a disease. One day, those hurdles that you can't cross will be filled by walking.
On the river, the geese just flew south, and they made friends with wine and hip flask mountain. Laughter makes people laugh, when chrysanthemums are in full bloom. Only by indulging in the Double Ninth Festival, there is no need to sigh and hate the afterglow of the sunset. After all, life is a short history, so why do you cry like Qi Jinggong? Nine Days of Climbing the Mountain by Don Tu Mu. Life is too short to shed tears, worry about the world and worry. More contentment, more happiness, more calm, more relaxation, one person cares about a catty of troubles, and one person frees two people. Never look back, never be young, never race against time, never race against time with troubles. Seize the time, eat, drink and be merry in time, don't be unnecessarily sad, just be happy all your life. The most beautiful double ninth festival, the beauty lies in detachment and broadmindedness.
The spring water is full of four rivers, and Xia Yun has many strange peaks. The autumn moon shines on the ground, and the winter ridge is lonely and loose. Tao Yuanming's four seasons. In the middle of winter, a spring overflowed the fields and Shui Ze; Clouds in summer are unpredictable, mostly like Qifeng. The autumn moon is bright, and all the scenery is covered with a layer of blurred colors; A pine tree on a cold mountain in winter shows great vitality. The beauty of the four seasons is not in the eyes of the rich, but in the eyes of the willing!
Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang River north, Orange Island. You see the mountains and plains, and the layers of forests are all dyed; The river is full of water, and hundreds of people compete for the flow. The eagle strikes the sky, the fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom. Lonely, ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs? I took a hundred couples on a trip to reminisce about the past years. Just a classmate and teenager, in full bloom; Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu. Pointing out the maze, inspiring words, the dirt in Wan Huhou that year. Do you remember that you hit the water in the middle stream and the waves stopped the flying boat? Mao Zedong, 30, in Mao Zedong's "Qinyuanchun Changsha", stood alone in Orange Island on a crisp autumn day, watching the clear Xiangjiang River slowly northward. He engraved his feelings for China on the mountains and rivers with "pointing out the mountains and inspiring words"; He "asked the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs?" How much coquettish and desolate is revealed in the blank.
Living in a secluded place, I often forget the seasons and climate of the four seasons. There are many fallen leaves in the door. I know it's autumn. Under the north window, Kwai Chung is prosperous, and the south area is full of tassels. If I can't do this now, I wonder if I am still one year old. Teach your wife to take care of the children, and take advantage of this time to go far away. Tao Yuanming's "Appreciating Liu Chai Sang" Liu Chai Sang, namely Liu Chengzhi, once used the name Chai Sang Ling. In the autumn of this year, Liu Chaisang went down to Lushan Mountain to meet Tao Yuanming and sang poems to each other. Tao Yuanming wrote "Appreciating Liu Chai Sang". Tao Yuanming, a hermit, has no social contacts and sometimes forgets the changes of seasons. No matter what the situation is, peace of mind is always the most beautiful, and happiness is just right every day!
The female radish builds a stone wall, and the stream is quiet. Purple vines and yellow flowers are in the cold dew. Show flowers in the morning and lie in the wind at night. Yunying turned into water, with the same luster as mine. The sun and the moon are swaying and empty. "Zhai Xin" Don Wang Changling. Purple kudzu vine and chrysanthemum blossom in the cold dew. Drink dew on flowers in the morning and lie quietly in Panasonic at night, enjoying the breeze. Wang Changling said that in such an environment, the sun and the moon washed my soul and the whole world felt empty. Plain heart Xiang Qiu, clear and shallow into the eyes. Besides knowing how to love others, it is important to know how to appreciate yourself. Come with nothing, stay with nothing, leaving the world with only a superficial joke.
Spend the autumn, it is a rainy night, and Orange Island is picturesque. In blue smoke, under the bright moon, at the beginning of the boat. Water is home, tents are houses, and fish soup and rice are commonplace. A glass full of wine and a shelf full of books, regardless of fame and fortune. In the Five Dynasties, Li Xun, a flower ball of Godizi. This is an autumn night in Xiaoxiang. Flowers are blooming in the breeze, and the scenery is picturesque. The river in the moonlight is soft and clear, and the clouds are light and the wind is light. The protagonist has just finished fishing and is rowing on the water. It's really picturesque and dreamy. Cloud and water are home and sheds are home. People often eat rice and fish soup. With wine in the cup and books on the shelf, you will be happy and never care about fame and fortune. Life is a long period of self-entertainment. Pleasing others is just cleverness, and pleasing yourself every day is the last word.
Autumn enters Yunshan, and everything is chic. All kinds of scenery are picturesque. Feng Dan leaves the edge of Yun Lan, and the yellow flowers are under the rocks. I have been happy for a beautiful day, and I am pitiful for a clearer night. A bright moon hangs at the top of the forest. Song Lao often talked with the savage period and got carried away. Zhang Songlun's Walking on the Shahe River, there is autumn in Yunshan. This is a colorful picture of Yunshan in autumn. The scenery in the mountains is refreshing and beautiful, just like a picture scroll. Maple leaves are all over the mountains, extending to the edge of the cloud, where the rocks are deep. Countless chrysanthemums are scattered. Indifferent mood and quiet moonlight blend together, so leisurely. Just the right temperature, comfortable and cool wind, sunset in the evening, the path covered with fallen leaves, the person you like, autumn is really beautiful.
Tomorrow after tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows. Tomorrow will never come. Worried that tomorrow, the world will go to Qiu Lai as a veteran in spring. Watch the water flow eastward and the sunset at dusk. What will tomorrow be like in a hundred years? Please listen to my song of tomorrow, Ming Qianfu. The fireworks that you yearn for tomorrow in your heart need your whole heart to light. If you work hard for today, tomorrow will be easier. Every effort today will warm our hearts and make us live gracefully and calmly. Seize the opportunity and don't let Shao Guang down.
Fly away and advise you to have a drink. I don't know if the sky is high and the land is thick. Only when the moon is cold and the weather is warm, come to fry life. Eating bears is fat, eating frogs is thin. Where is the God King? Tai yi' an has it? If there is a forest in Tiandong, the next title is Candle dragon. I will chop off the dragon's feet and chew the dragon's meat so that it can't go back at night. Natural elders don't die, young people don't cry. What is gold and white jade? Who seems to be a son, riding a green donkey in the clouds? Liu Che Mausoleum is full of stagnant bones, while Ying Zheng catalpa coffin costs abalone. The bitter days are short, Tang Lihe. Li He's madness is the persistent pursuit of time. Since ancient times, no one has not felt the passage of time and is eager to keep it. Behind the wild extreme is the eternal pursuit of time. If only people had been sixteen or seventeen. At that time, they were really young and didn't know the taste of sadness. Even the smallest thing will make them cry.
The rustling leaves send the cold sound, and the autumn wind moves the guests on the river. I know that children choose to promote weaving, and a lamp fell on the fence at night. Ye Songshao Weng's What I See in the Night Book. Autumn is the time when Ye Shaoweng is most likely to miss his hometown and live in a foreign land. Seeing the autumn wind in this quiet night will naturally make you homesick. The fallen leaves, the rustling autumn wind and the chill set off the wanderer's sense of drift and loneliness. Seeing things and thinking about people, touching the scene and feeling, any nostalgia for home is a luxury. The suffering and grievances suffered outside can only be comforted by going home.
On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops. A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat. Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. All is silent here, but the bell is ringing. Tang Changjian's "Zen House after Breaking the Mountain Temple" rises and falls, and flowers bloom and fall. All we have is decades. In this vast world, what I want most is a beam of morning light and endless hope. Every morning is worth cherishing, every sunrise is worth remembering, and every ray of light shining into the soul is worth cherishing. Let's all smile and be full of energy.
The first frost water mark. Light blue scales are exposed on distant continents. The strength of the wine is fading, and the wind is soft and sad. Broken hat, deep feeling but pricking head. If the festival is a reward. But it ruined the autumn of Qing Zun. In the end, everything is a dream. Have a rest. Huang Die is also worried tomorrow. Nanxiangzi? The 9th Han Hui Architecture Award was awarded by Su Shi and Xu Junyou. In Su Shi's view, everything in the world is a dream and suddenly becomes empty. Honor and disgrace gains and losses, wealth and poverty, are fleeting; Don't worry about the troubles of the world. If fate doesn't allow you to do something, drink and have fun for the rest of your life; If you have a chance to show your ambition, go for it.
Facing the white Yun Qi Fu Feifei on the mountain ridge, I can enjoy myself as a hermit. Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese. Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn. Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest. The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon. I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival. On Zhang in Qiu Deng Lan Shan by Meng Haoran in Tang Dynasty. Looking up in the clear autumn, I miss my friends and feel sad like dusk. Bright moonlight, lonely shadow by the river, waiting for a bosom friend. As the old saying goes, "a bosom friend is enough in life." In the long river of life, we will always meet several people who are connected with our hearts!
When the window is closed in cold weather, the phoenix tree hates night frost. Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken. Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative. "Partridge day, cold day, rustling on the window" Song Liqingzhao. In a bad mood, I had to drown my sorrows in wine. When you are drunk and drunk, you can't help sleeping. Tea can relieve alcohol; I like bitter tea very much, which shows that I have drunk a lot of wine. But on the surface, the reason of homesickness is actually combined with the sadness of the loss and displacement of the old country, and the anxiety is deeper. The experiences and sufferings of life are just like the cup of black tea just brewed. This taste, how like five flavors of life, self-knowledge.
The pond is full of autumn water, and ten acres of ling flowers are clear in the night mirror. JD.COM Xinqiao Heng? Hey, sleeping on a grassy shore? ? . When the lake falls, the toad casts a night spirit, and Hà Thu waves. What is the most exciting place to add poetry? At dusk, misty rain makes frogs croak. Three Chapters of East Lake by Tang Wei Zhuang. In Wei Zhuang's works, the pond in autumn has its own beauty. The water in the pond is green and clear, the water in Ling Hua is as clear as a mirror, and the new bridge on the lake is like a rainbow. At night, the toad moon falls into the lake like a heavy wall, and the mountain peaks are reflected in the waves like lotus flowers. At dusk, the misty rain and the sound of frogs are colorful and memorable. Ponds and frogs in autumn have their own beauty. In fact, if you love them, life is lovely everywhere.
The above pictures are from personal mobile phones, where new york Central Park and residential areas are located.