Lyric Prose on the Beginning of Autumn 1
Where does sorrow come from, leaving the heart in autumn.
The desolate autumn will come dramatically in the scorching heat, and there will be a hint of coolness in the hot and dry midsummer. With the dusk of August, the birth will be made on the swaying branches, rustling. , reminiscent of the chill, Ouyang Zifang could not help but chant the sound of autumn. To be honest, I am looking forward to the golden autumn. After the arrogant summer in life, I need the solemnity and solemnity of autumn to calm my heart that is ready to move.
Tonight, I want to go out for a leisurely stroll, walking on the path that used to be three o'clock and one line, to observe and imagine the trees projected on the road. It really looks like a Chinese painting, with sparse shadows and slanted shadows. The subtle fragrance floats. I remember looking forward to autumn and winter, longing for the warmth of the mattress on cold nights, longing to hear the whistling evening wind through the window, longing to see passers-by hurriedly walking under the street lights, longing to see the dim and twinkling stars in the dark.
I don’t know why now, but every time I see leaves trembling and falling in the cold wind, I feel an inexplicable sense of sadness and solemnity in my heart. The bleak autumn wind is here again, and the world has changed. I have to admit that autumn does give people unlimited reverie with its unique charm, recalling summer and waiting for winter. This also seems to indicate that literati need this kind of tragic and vicissitudes of autumn atmosphere more.
I want to commemorate every autumn of my life that has passed and will be spent. Lyrical Prose on the Beginning of Autumn 2
Today is the Beginning of Autumn. According to the Chinese lunar calendar, the Beginning of Autumn is the beginning of autumn. Although the hot weather will continue for some time, generally speaking, it is getting cooler day by day. This year, the Beginning of Autumn falls in the morning. At this time, I remembered the proverb, "The Beginning of Autumn is cool in the morning, but the Beginning of Autumn is so hot in the evening." I felt somewhat at ease. After all, the heat is about to leave us. A few days ago, it was very hot every day. The asphalt road seemed to be melting, and when you stepped on it, your shoes felt like they were stuck. The leaves of the plane trees on both sides of the street were hanging down listlessly, and some were still lying on the branches. There was no wind, the sun was white, and the air was filled with a turbid smell and a hot smell. I can only stay at home, sit in front of the window and look at the distant mountains.
Actually, when I was a child, I liked summer. On the day of Beginning of Summer, salted duck eggs are indispensable. Although there are not many, they are what we miss at that time. Take a salted duck egg, poke the empty end of the egg gently with chopsticks, and the red oil will "sizzle". Dip it with your finger and put it in your mouth. The taste is really beautiful. Come summer, all kinds of vegetables and fruits crowd the vegetable garden. In my vegetable garden, my mother planted several rows of cucumbers, vegetable melons and pear melons. Cucumbers hang on a shelf shaded by green leaves, juicy and cute; vegetable melons and pear melons are crawling on the vegetable ground, hiding under the green melon leaves to enjoy the coolness. Whenever I came back from school, I always secretly went to the vegetable field to pick some melons to eat. Later, my mother caught me and scolded me for being too greedy. She told me not to pick small melons because it would be a pity to pick small ones. In addition to having a lot of delicious food, there is another advantage in summer. We don’t have to wear bloated clothes like in winter. We can even jump into the river naked and take a bath. There was a river behind the elementary school we attended. After school, the younger children helped us carry our schoolbags, and a group of older children swam along the river to our homes. Thinking about it now, we were so bold back then.
As we grow older, the joy of summer gradually leaves us. Maybe it's because of the warming of the earth, maybe it's because we live in a city with many high-rise buildings, maybe it's because of the uneasiness of the Year of Destiny, but now summer seems to be extremely hot. On the streets, the flow of people and vehicles merged into a hot current. Salted duck eggs are no longer the taste of childhood. There is no more "sizzling" red oil and no surprise when eating eggs. Watermelon, cantaloupe, and cantaloupe are everywhere, but I just can’t taste the taste of my mother. What kind of ice cream is there? There are so many varieties that make people dizzy, but the more they eat, the thirstier they become. Everyone is busy, some are doing business, some are speculating in stocks, some are playing mahjong, some are attending various parties, and some are playing games to win red envelopes. Impetuous, worldly, and noisy, the whole world is filled with it. Therefore, I don’t like summer now, even though there are cicadas chirping, frog drums, and lotus leaves and lotus seeds. I long for the arrival of autumn, and I hope to bid farewell to summer soon.
Finally the beginning of autumn is here, and I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. The weather forecast says that Typhoon Soudero is coming tonight, and I'm looking forward to it. Sure enough, the wind blew violently at night and the rain poured down. I was lying on the bed, listening to the "whirring" of the wind and the "tapping" of the rain outside the house. I felt very comfortable, as if a clear stream was flowing quietly in my heart. The next day, the wind stopped, the rain stopped, and there were still a few white clouds floating in the sky. The sun is no longer as unbridled as in summer, and has become much softer. I think that in a few days, I can go to Menggangling to see the red leaves. It would be such a wonderful thing to step on the soft fallen leaves on the ground and admire the fiery red maple leaves on the trees. Especially in late autumn, the world is full of mature atmosphere. The high sky is filled with white clouds, and occasionally a few birds fly by. My heart suddenly opens up.
However, I felt a little uneasy again. The ancients had many personal feelings about autumn. Lin Daiyu felt that the future of her love with Jia Baoyu was bleak, and the wind and rain outside the window were desolate, so she wrote: "The autumn flowers are bleak, the autumn grass is yellow, and the autumn lights are long. The autumn night is long. I feel that the autumn window is endless, and the wind and rain can help to desolate it." ." Poignant poem.
Du Fu, who was impoverished, old and sick, and living in a foreign country, wrote a sad poem: "The endless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in. The sad autumn is a frequent guest from thousands of miles away, and the illness for a hundred years appears alone." Autumn is a season of desolation, loneliness, and solemnity. My heart also became heavy at this moment. Autumn is a beautiful time, you can enjoy maple leaves, drink chrysanthemum wine, and go hiking. But after all, after autumn comes winter. Thinking about myself, now is the year of destiny. Am I still far from the winter of life? I am about to complete three of the four seasons of life, and I may not have much time left. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but speed up my pace. Lyrical Prose on the Beginning of Autumn 3
Today is the annual Beginning of Autumn!
After turning over the prosperous summer, my heart is heavy. Those words that once decorated summer have not waited for my mood to end this high-temperature journey, and another season has arrived!
Time is like running water, and we are entering the early autumn season just as we turn around!
As night falls, the busiest things outside the window are the crickets. They play the melody of autumn with their own voices in the dark night. The cool breeze blows on my cheek, and my mood also carries with it. Dancing slowly in the slightly bright autumn wind, I typed on the keyboard the words facing the early autumn!
Every passing season will bring infinite sighs to people, and our lives will also leave with sighs about the years. This is not something that each of us can control!
Today, facing the end of summer, and standing at the beginning of autumn, I thought of the falling summer leaves I saw when I was walking, and I thought that the moist water droplets attached to the fallen leaves might be... Say goodbye to yesterday's tears with these leaves! The fallen leaves and water drops made me feel a little sad!
As I enter my forties, I feel as if I am racing against time!
Ten years, twenty years, thirty years, forty years, these thousands of days and nights are like the wind leaving my life, taking away my youth, taking away Although the familiar seasons bring up my memories of the past every time, each memory is not myself at all. That longed-for era is gone forever in my life, and is even left behind. Even the sunshine spreading in the corner makes it impossible for people to find the original warmth! So, after another summer season has passed, I will secretly hide in a dark corner of the night and cry!
After the prosperous season, we will eventually face another sad season! This is a natural law, but our moods disappear in such ups and downs!
The footsteps of early autumn crushed the warm dreams of summer, and what followed was a peace of autumn that gave pedestrians unlimited room for reverie. The grass in the suburbs was no longer so green. , the millet and corn in the fields have also begun to ear, and the seeds sown by people in spring are getting closer to hope step by step!
Recalling the autumn that I had in my life, I still feel a deep sense of relief deep in my memory. Autumn is a harvest season. We not only harvested the hope of spring, but also gained the hope of spring. I gained a feeling of summer cultivation.
This is also the reason why I am happy in autumn!
Some people say that autumn is the end, but I also want to say that autumn is still the beginning. The hope of spring is not only harvested, but also gives birth to a new hope in this season!
A person cannot help but hope, a nation cannot help but hope, and a season cannot be without hope. Hope is like a bright light, no matter where it is, it is given to this Bring infinite light and courage to the world! So, after running around for countless days and nights, my impetuous heart in summer will quietly calm down in this autumn harvest season, to meditate and reminisce!
Today, my mood gradually calmed down in the dusk!
Hopefully, after experiencing the once gorgeous season, it will become more peaceful and confusing in this autumn. What kind of mood will you face this autumn? Standing at the window in this early autumn, looking out at the night, I am listening carefully to the heartbeat of the autumn night!
Autumn is the season when mosquitoes are prevalent, especially in the countryside. If you are not careful, you will get a big pimple stung by the hateful words. It is difficult to express the itching discomfort in words! But just when we fell asleep, our parents who had been busy all day were still swatting mosquitoes at us. After many years, this family affection and the stinging mood of autumn words have always moved me in my life!
Another summer has come to an end in our lives. Looking back on yesterday, the warm thoughts of summer have not yet had time to appreciate, but as soon as a gust of wind passes by, the footsteps of autumn are coming!
If spring is the season of sowing hope, then autumn is the season of witnessing hope. Therefore, the words in early autumn are almost similar to spring, with greenery and yellow leaves. People The mood is the same, there is the desire when spring comes, and there is also the sadness when autumn leaves. This is what is special about autumn. On the stage of the season, autumn plays two roles, one is harvest and the other is parting. Our My mood will always be affected by these!
Every time when autumn comes, I will see the harvest mentality of my parents. Needless to say, the joy when encountering a fruitful harvest in autumn, if once encountering a bad year, I will find that my parents are constantly summing up their feelings of failure. This is also the case, which allows me to constantly sum up myself in my study and life. Therefore, it seems that in the autumn it is the mood of my parents' harvest, but in fact it is a person who is constantly growing. Accumulate bit by bit!
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On the second day of the Beginning of Autumn, the sky has become so gloomy, with gray and low clouds. Occasionally it rains lightly, and the air is no longer so dull, but a little clearer. The wind also carries a hint of coolness and blows the pale yellow leaves hanging on the branches to the ground. Everything comes so unknowingly and leaves unknowingly. The year is already halfway through, and waiting for the next season is the arrival of winter.
And my life is coming like this silent autumn, and I am about to enter middle age. Still unconsciously, quietly. That clear memory seems like yesterday. Life is like the changing of the four seasons, making you unable to resist its arrival and departure.
Life is four seasons. Youth is as full of vigor as spring, and spring is a beautiful and memorable season. The youth is full of charming colors like this beautiful spring. Happiness, ignorance, innocence, and sunshine are all deeply engraved on our faces.
Youth is as unrestrained, free and carefree as summer! It is like a wild horse running wild, not afraid of thorns, not afraid of danger, and running freely without being controlled. It seems to be eternally tireless, my heart is as hot as the summer that just passed, my sweat is pouring like heavy rain, my actions are like lightning, and my temperament is like the strong wind without hesitation, dodge or escape.
Now, it is the beginning of autumn. Although there is still a period of time before summer really ends, autumn is not far away after all. Although there is still a trace of residual heat in my heart that has not been taken away by the autumn wind, it is cold every time it rains. The once heroic ambitions will eventually be extinguished by the autumn rain, and what is left in the end is a sense of peace. Maybe this is the autumn-like middle age, losing the green color, but possessing the golden maturity and harvest. Everything is so silent, so quiet that you can't feel the sound of the autumn wind blowing the yellow leaves on the branches. All you can see are pieces, like colorful butterflies flying. The next day, I realized that the thick yellow leaves were covering the whole area. Middle age is like the fruit hanging in autumn. Those loves are deeply buried in this hard fruit, making it impossible for you to touch his heart. Only by slowly opening it and tasting it carefully can you find that it is still the same. sweet. The straightforwardness was replaced by silence, and the enthusiasm was like the autumn wind, coming slowly and making people feel comfortable without disturbing.
Only the bare branches of the sycamore tree are left. Winter is coming. The first snow in winter falls on the treetops, and the icicles are like the silvery white hair in old age. The cicadas that once perched on it have fallen asleep peacefully, and the chirping birds have flown to a more comfortable place. Creatures hide under its roots. Winter is the twilight of life. No matter we fail or succeed, the roads we have walked, just like the falling snowflakes, will eventually condense into this beautiful world.
Those distracting thoughts and past greed will melt away like this snow. Without ambition, pursuit, and desire to win, I can only look at the snowflakes and recall the past years.
Everything is so unconscious. It is the beginning of autumn, is it still far from winter? The years are really unconscious. Lyrical Prose on the Beginning of Autumn 5
Although it is already autumn, there are only a few days. The time is too short, and the hot breath is still everywhere without any cover. The moonlight is still bright and there are still cicadas flying. The depressing weather brings a lot of depression to my heart. The blazing sun wanders in the sky, as if wandering, demonstrating, or intoxicated by the past summer. The water has become clear and shallow, but it is still beautiful, without any tranquility, just slightly cool, as if it is confused, confused, or having a dream, and it is very likely that it has not understood it. Now it is Summer is still autumn; but the water contains a little coldness, holding the silence in time, showing the lightness in time, and also showing the unrest in the days.
The cicadas are constantly noisy, singing their songs loudly, hoarse, looking for possible echoes. They didn't seem to feel autumn, nor did they feel any sadness in their hearts. The willows by the river still cling to the river, and their thin branches are like a girl's long hair floating, as if she is taking a bath, looking elegant and interesting. The leaves of the willow tree are quiet and comfortable; carrying the wind and dust, they are hung with questions about the years, but they refuse to move at all and just lean on the branches silently. Is this autumn? There are still flowers blooming on the roadside. The river becomes clearer and more joyful. With a gurgling sound, reflecting the clouds in the sky, it is slowly flowing, floating quietly, and slowly moving towards the distance.
Although it is autumn, the days are still leisurely, without any urgency, and it does not bring any setbacks to all things. The sky is crisp and clear, and there is still the fragrance of flowers, the fragrance, the traces of summer, and the memories of summer. I don’t know when the sun became gentle, no longer showed too much tenderness, and became peaceful. The clouds were originally like peach petals scattered one after another, but I don't know when they started to accumulate, and they began to become restless and disorderly. Soon, the sun stopped coming out. The wind suddenly rose, tearing the branches and destroying the leaves. The sky began to darken, lightning began to appear, thunder rolled over the head, and the world seemed to become desolate at this moment. And the big raindrops invaded.
Qiu Yu embarked on a journey in a short period of time, and soon the road under her feet was lost. The sky didn't give people time to prepare their hearts, and it began to change its appearance; it was originally empty, it was the time for romance, but it turned into the romance of rain and flowers. The wind has calmed down, but the rain is still enjoying its own joy. Washing the world instead of becoming anxious; everything in summer becomes the river under your feet. The coldness of the rain and the haziness of the mist left a comfort and chill; it did not bring any discomfort, but made people feel comfortable. The rainwater flows slowly on the ground, naturally overflowing through the bumps; the rainwater is sprinkled everywhere, and I don't feel that it is overwhelming or wet, but I feel that the rain has opened the door of autumn.
The flow of rain makes people feel relaxed. It’s no longer hot or silent, the joy of autumn rain is everywhere. The clouds in the sky are still a little misty, and the world of autumn rain always makes people feel dry. This is the coolness of autumn, slightly cold but full of comfort. The wind is getting stronger and the raindrops are getting smaller. You can see people walking in the rain. They are happy and happy without the sadness before the rain. The wind blows the raindrops, making them look elegant and enchanting; the wind and rain wander between heaven and earth, making them extremely happy. Soon, when the wind began to subside again, the rain also joined the excitement and began to laugh, once again using its force to occupy all the places here, showing the coolness of autumn.
This is the first rain at the beginning of autumn, and it is also the song of autumn.