What color is autumn? Look! The rice, sorghum and corn in the field are all ripe. The fruits in the orchard are also ripe, including apples, pears, pomegranates and bananas. Hard-working people take baskets from home to pick fruits. People climbed up and down happily, picking up things basket after basket. What a Harvest figure!
What's the smell of autumn? Look! There are many flowers on the road, including golden osmanthus, white chrysanthemums, bright bunches of red and so on. It's refreshing to smell all kinds of flowers as soon as you cross the road.
What is the sound of autumn? Listen! Autumn rain falls bit by bit, and the sound is urgent. The birds were also fascinated by the rain, chirping and singing, and couldn't help singing. The soybeans in the yard began to burst and rattled. The children were very happy. They fought for these soybeans with a smile, and their laughter floated in the yard and in the air. ...
How beautiful autumn is! I love autumn!
Autumn is coming. The rain after the golden week in October brought me an autumn I want to talk about. The sky is so blue, the land is so far away, and the air is filled with the fragrance of fruits and osmanthus. Walking in the street, colorful leaves fell to the ground, I know, my beloved autumn is back!
I remember saying more than once that I always have a special attachment and expectation for autumn, whether it is primitive or fresh and transparent, I can't help it. Whether the wind blows or the days are dull, as long as I think of coming back in autumn, my life will be more poetic and less bitter. It can be said that autumn is a ripple that stops in my heart. When I think of her, I naturally think of an oasis, a pure and quiet open space where life and soul can flourish.
I like autumn as much as I like women. In my eyes, autumn is a stunning beauty. Although dressed in plain clothes, the temperament revealed all over gives people the elegance and stability of a good family, not as frivolous as spring, charming as summer and rigid as winter. In her, what I read is always subtle, capable, generous and educated. This may be the reason why I have been so attached to her for so many years, thinking that I am here and can't bear to leave. I admit that I am a person who is more rational than emotional in life. However, in the face of autumn, my heart is full of lake water, tenderness, flooding … and friendship.
To this end, in the past years, I wrote a column with deep affection, whether it is a grass and a tree, a mountain and a water, a smile, and many words belonging to her, including humanistic spirit. Through these words, bit by bit, a lot of things reflect my feelings for her. Although there are many flaws, it does not prevent her from being the muse of my life.
I know that from ancient times to now, there are too many literati who like to dance and write in front of her, but only a few remain after the big waves. I don't know if the series "Beautiful Autumn" I wrote can stand the washing of time. It is providence to stay, and it is also providence to leave red claw slush. But no matter how it ends, the breath and piety left in my heart will never change. After all, I put my soul and conscience first. At least it recorded my life and death, acquaintance and love with her.
Autumn is back, and my heart is full of excitement and cheers. My foot stepped on the flat road, extending all the way, and the leaves were falling. In the air, on the ground, in my ups and downs heart, meeting her is a blessing in my life, which deserves my good aftertaste and chewing. Pick a daisy in your heart, feel the fall of autumn, and feel the poetry and helplessness of blooming and falling for half a century. She is like Sophia Mutt, with delicate, soft, firm and euphemistic notes. But more often, I think she is the butterfly lovers deeply interpreted by Yu Lina, which is both euphemistic and sad, poetic and tender. Therefore, in my mind, autumn is a beautiful and elegant butterfly. Every time I see her beautiful figure ups and downs, I naturally have a reverie and love in my heart.
Wang Qiang and Hu Li brought a song that didn't come back in autumn and wandered the streets of the city. Sad and sorrowful lyrics drifted quietly and were taken away by the clouds in the sky. I don't like his content, because she is neither Qin Xianglian nor Dou E. She should be Liu Shiru written by Chen Yinque, a master of history. She is chivalrous and tender, bright and bright, lofty without losing all kinds of amorous feelings of human women.
Autumn is a song, both in connotation and appearance. There are tears, laughter, high tide, sunset, rising sun, kapok and gains and losses. These are full of poetry. For this reason, I like coming back in autumn.
To tell the truth, I love autumn, but I know that only love can't keep her walking. Only by keeping all her breath in my heart and combining it with my own quality of life can I become a permanent wealth. In this way, no matter where she goes, she will always snuggle up to you. When she really comes back to face you, maybe her life will be promoted again inadvertently.
She came back in my autumn, and she is coming towards me. At this moment, I don't think about anything, I just want to do one thing, that is, open my warm arms, hold her in my arms, kiss her, kiss her, melt her, then face her, let myself go, and release all emotions, whether good or bad, sweet or bitter, love or hate, hate and love intertwined or missing, all in front of her. As a result, I will wait for her anyway. Even if one day I sink into loneliness, I will find the breath of mutual love in the words I left behind!