Autumn in the ancient capital
Author: Yu Dafu
Autumn, no matter where, is always good; However, the autumn in the north is particularly clear, quiet and sad. The reason why I have traveled thousands of miles from Hangzhou to Qingdao, and even from Qingdao to Peiping, is to enjoy this "autumn", the autumn flavor of this old capital.
Jiangnan, of course, there is autumn; But the grass is carved slowly, the air is moist, the sky is pale, and it often rains and windy; A person sandwiched between Suzhou, Shanghai, Hangzhou, or Xiamen, Hong Kong and Guangzhou can only feel a little coolness, and the taste, color, artistic conception and posture of autumn can never be fully satisfied, tasted and enjoyed. Autumn is not a famous flower, nor is it wine. Half-drunk is not suitable for enjoying autumn.
It has been nearly ten years since autumn in the north. Every autumn in the south, I always think of the reed flowers in Taoranting, the willow shadows in Diaoyutai, the insects in Xishan, the jathyapple in Yuquan and the bells in Tanzhe Temple. Even if you don't go out in Beiping, you can rent a shabby house and live in the sea of people in the imperial city. Get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea and sit in the yard, you can see the high blue sky and hear the pigeons flying in the blue sky. From the bottom of Sophora japonica leaves, counting a ray of sunshine leaking to the east, or in the broken waist, facing the blue morning glory like morning glory, you can naturally feel the autumn breath. When it comes to morning glory, I think blue or white is the best, followed by purple and black, and pink is the lowest. It is best to have a few sparse and slender autumn grasses as a foil at the bottom of the morning glory.
The locust tree in the northland is also an ornament that can remind people of Qiu Lai. Like flowers, but not flowers, they will spread all over the floor in the morning. When you step on it, there is no sound, no smell, only a little tiny and soft touch. After sweeping the street in the shade, the silk pattern of the broom falling on the dust looks exquisite, leisurely and subconsciously lonely. The ancient dream that the world knows autumn is in these depths.
Qiu Chan's faint lingering sound is a specialty of the north; Because there are trees everywhere in Beiping and the houses are low, you can hear them singing everywhere. In the south, you have to go to the suburbs or the mountains to hear Qiu Chan's cry, which is like a cricket and a mouse in Beiping and a housefly that every household keeps at home.
There is also autumn rain. The autumn rain in the north seems to be stranger, more delicious and more decent than that in the south.
Under the gloomy sky, a cool breeze suddenly came and it began to rain. It rained a layer, the clouds gradually rolled to the west, the sky turned blue again, and the sun appeared again; Wearing thick green shirts or jackets, idle people in the city bite their pipes and walk up and stand under the bridge in the shadow of the oblique bridge after the rain. When they meet acquaintances, they will use a slow tone and say with a sigh:
"Oh, it's cold-""This word is pronounced very high and dragged on for a long time. )
"Isn't it? A layer of autumn rain is cold! "
Northerners always read array characters like layers of words, which are flat and even. This mispronounced rhyme is just right.
Fruit trees in the north are also a miracle for Qiu Lai. The first is jujube; It will grow up in the corner, on the wall, beside the toilet and at the door of the kitchen. This is the heyday of autumn. Like olives and pigeon eggs, jujube trees show light green and yellow in small oval leaves. Jujube leaves fall, jujube is red, and there will be a northwest wind. Convenience in the north is a dusty world. Only these dates, persimmons and grapes ripen at the turn of July and August, which is a good day for clear autumn in the north and the best golden day of the year.
Some critics say that China's bachelor of arts, especially poets, are full of decadent colors, so there are many words praising autumn in China's poems. But what about foreign poets? Although I don't read many foreign poems and essays, and I don't want to write bills for autumn poems and essays, if you look through the collected works of poets in Britain, Germany, France, Italy and other countries, or the philosophy of peace in poetry and essays in various countries, you can always see a lot of praises and lamentations about autumn. There is always a part about autumn in the long pastoral poems or four seasons poems of famous great poets. It is the best and the most interesting. It serves to show that sentient animals and interesting human beings can always cause deep, distant, severe and bleak feelings for autumn. Not only a poet, but also a prisoner in prison. In autumn, I think I will feel a kind of affection that I can't have; Autumn belongs to people, so there is no country, let alone the difference between race and class. In China, there is an idiom "autumn scholar" in the text, and there are very common readers such as Ouyang Zi's Autumn Sound and Su Dongpo's Red Cliff Fu, so we feel that the relationship between China literati and autumn is particularly deep. However, the strong smell of autumn, especially in China, can only be felt in the north.
Autumn in the south, of course, also has its unique places, such as the bright moon on the Twenty-four Bridges, the autumn tide in Qiantang River, the cool fog in Putuo Mountain, the residual lotus in Lizhi Bay and so on. , but the color is not strong and the aftertaste is not lasting. Compared with Qiu Lai in the north, it is like yellow rice wine and dry rice, porridge and steamed bread, bass and crabs, yellow dogs and camels.
Autumn, autumn in the north, if I can stay, I would like to fold two-thirds of my life for a third of it.
Defu reed flowers in late autumn and early winter
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The north wind blows in first frost. The red leaves in the courtyard and ginkgo biloba in front of the door are flying from time to time, looking like bird shadows passing through the book window during the day; Knocking on the eaves at night, although it is sunny, reminds people of the rainy scene. When I looked up in the morning, the whole yard was covered with leaves. Looking up, maple trees show thin branches, like colorful brocade everywhere. There are still two or three or four leaves blown off by the north wind on the treetops, shining in the early morning sun. Ginkgo tree was a golden cloud until yesterday, but this morning it was thin and sharp, and its leaves were scattered like Huang Die in late spring.
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The days at this time are quiet. The frost in the morning and the wind at night make people feel cold. However, during the day, the blue sky in Gao Shuang is clear; The sun is shining. Reading from the window, there is no sound around. Although I live in the city, I feel very quiet. Occasionally, something is reflected on the lattice door. When you open the door, you will see plum trees in the yard, leaves falling and branches crisscrossing in the blue sky. The phoenix tree fell a huge dead leaf, lying quietly on the ground, shining in the sun.
The yard was quiet, and the frost-beaten chrysanthemums bowed their heads and cast shadows on the ground. Birds pecked at the fruit of Nandina domestica, which glowed red under the octagonal gold plate. How lonely it is to lose your gorgeous posture. Two or three sparrows flew into the yard to feed. An old cat is lying in the sun under the rafters. A fly came, climbed on the lattice door and made a rustling sound.
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The inner room is also very quiet. Chestnut, ginkgo, mulberry, maple, parks and other trees have fallen leaves. On a moonlit night, the shadows on the ground are jagged and mottled, and you can't leave it when you step on it. Throughout the yard, the smoke from the kitchen fire burning dead leaves, in the evening when camellia is fragrant, showers beat the fallen leaves of chestnut trees. When dusk fades away, if you are going west, you will definitely sing a few songs. The evening rain fell on the umbrella cover of passers-by, and the sound suddenly became louder, as if the whole world was in the rain. That night, I sat alone in silence, feeling sorry for myself.
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On a moonlit night, I stood in the yard and stepped on the fallen leaves of ginkgo trees with sparkling flowers. The moonlight is getting dark, and two or three drops of water-showers-collide among the trees. As soon as I thought about it, the rain had already stopped. The moon appeared again. Who is this interest told to?
The moonlight is gone, and the sky is full of cold stars. At this time, I stood silently under the tree, the night air condensed and did not move. For a long time, the atmosphere trembled slightly, the dead branches on the head rustled, and the fallen leaves at the foot rustled. For an instant, it was just a stop. Moonlight covered the earth like frost. The autumn wind roared in the sea-like sky. At night, the sound is absolutely silent, as if you can hear a supreme voice.
autumn
Author: Haizi
It's late autumn, and the eagles gather in God's house.
God's hometown eagle in words
It's late autumn and Wang is writing a poem.
Autumn in this world is very deep.
What has been obtained has not been obtained.
The lost has long been lost.
I really don't remember what you said. I searched for a long time ... I tried to find some words about autumn written by Japanese writers. I would like to offer the following points, hoping to make up for them. ...
In the scarlet and golden glory of red leaves, a chief of Dongshan Mountain climbed the long stone steps leading to Jinguo Temple along the clear river. The temple stands on a high mountain. This is a symphony of scarlet and gold. There is a magnificent Hong Ren Buddha statue in Jintang. Looking into the distance from the cliff behind the basement. The stone water source of Meiwei Gaozan Temple. Backlight reflects the red leaves clearly and brightly. This piece of red leaves, set off by the deep purple background on the hillside on the other side, adds a gorgeous brilliance. Sitting on the edge of the stone water source, looking at the peak covered with pine forests across the valley, imagining the scene of hitting the bright moon rising on that mountain. Roche House, the Second Zun Garden of Wang Dao Temple in Seoul. The autumn in Sagano has deepened, adding luster and silence to the charm of autumn. I once visited the ancestral temple in late autumn. Bright red leaves are scattered on the moss. Nymphs are full of deep colors of Gu Zhuo, quiet and beautiful. For many years, this autumn moss temple has remained in the silent desert garden. This place has never been trampled by crowds of tourists! Guangming Temple in the mountain city, the sidewalk under the maple tree. In Luodong, the most famous is the overpass of Dongfu Temple, but the streams there have become dull. What about the red leaves at this time? I went to see it one year, but I didn't enjoy the beautiful scenery. Honen-in of Lugu. Dark, wet roads and towering fir trees. A small door with a thatched roof appeared on the slightly raised stone steps. Red leaves are scattered on the green moss in our courtyard, or reflected in the pool water. The flowers fell on the slate under the Buddha's sumeru altar, and the slate was polished like a mirror. The flowers on it reflect their feelings. Shixiantang is an ancient alpine tea tree with blooming flowers. Next to the bamboo forest in the corner of the courtyard, persimmon trees are gorgeous in red leaves. There is the sound of driving pigs. The courtyard, white sand floor, moss, stones, pine trees and red leaves in Manjuein are in sharp contrast. White sand and moss are the contrast of bright white and dark green, while red leaves and pine trees, vermilion and turquoise are relatively warm and cold, which is the height of color effect. This vivid color contrast, coupled with the dull gray middle color of the stone, is even more quiet and elegant. The red leaves of Chishan Temple are more beautiful and moving. The big pool next to it is full of the charm of "Dahe painting". Under the bright red persimmon tree in Li Dayuan, stands a steep triangular thatched roof. The gables are made of bamboo, and some of them have the word "water" written on them. The autumn wind blows through the bamboo forest. Three thousand yards of red leaves are the most beautiful when scattered. Amitabha, who lay dying in the pure land, was surrounded by the Tathagata and knelt with Guanyin and the two Bodhisattvas. There are many fir trees in the yard, which are shrouded in mist. In the first frost season, fallen leaves covered the courtyard, adding peace to the temple. So is Jack King. Kotoin Dade Temple moss courtyard, shaded by maple trees, a quiet stone lamp. This yard can calm people's hearts.
Fallen leaves are in Shimazaki Tōson, and the first frost can be seen every year on1October 20th. In the city, only in winter when you come to Musashino, which is overgrown with trees and covered with flat farmland, can you see the thin and pleasant frost. You are used to these things, and I really want you to see the first frost scenery of this mountain. If there are three or four frosts in the mulberry field here, as long as you look at it, the mulberry leaves will suddenly shrink into rolls, like burnt leaves, and the land in the field will soon be loose ... It's a bit scary to see this scene. It is this frost that shows the great power of winter! At that time, you will feel that the snow is very soft, and the thick snow gives people a sense of peace. One morning at the end of October, I walked out the back door and watched persimmon leaves dyed red by the rain in late autumn, falling happily on the ground. Persimmon leaves are fleshy, even if they are beaten by autumn frost, they will not wither and curl. When the frosted flowers in the early dynasty gradually dissolved, the leaves could not bear the weight and became brittle and detached. I stood for a long time, staring blankly at the scenery in front of me. I think it must be a rare frost this morning. Second, in 1 1 month, the cold suddenly intensified. On the morning of Tianchang Festival, I woke up and saw that it was white from top to bottom, and I couldn't see the edge. The persimmon leaves at the back door suddenly fell and even the road was buried. Without a breath of wind, the leaves fell quietly one by one. The birds on the roof are singing happily, which sounds louder and sweeter than usual. It's a cloudy day, and the air is filled with gray rain and fog. I really want to warm my frozen hands in the kitchen. Toes wearing cloth socks will also feel cold. It seems that a terrible winter is coming. People living on this mountain will spend almost five months in winter from 1 1 month to next March. They should be prepared for winter. The cold north wind blew. It was 1 1 mid-month. One morning, I was awakened by the surging tide. It turns out that the wind is whistling in the sky. Ten miles gradually subsided, and sometimes the wind blew hard, making the doors and windows rattle. Especially in the south-facing windows, the leaves are banging on the window paper, scratching and ringing. The winding river sounds closer. Open the window and the leaves will fly into the house. The weather is clear and the white clouds are long, and the willows on the stream behind the house stand upright in the fierce north wind. In the dry mulberry field, yellow leaves beaten by frost are flying around. On this day, I passed the road in front of the station on my way to school and met many pedestrians. The man wears a silk cotton hat or wraps his head with flannel; The woman's home is tied with a towel and her hands are stuffed in her sleeves. People come and go, with a runny nose, red eyes and some tears. Everyone was pale, only their cheeks, ears and nose were red, and they bowed their heads and hurried forward. Followers act like flies, and they take a breath step by step, as if carrying a heavy load. The skin color of land, rocks and people has become gloomy in my eyes, and even the sun has turned grayish yellow. The cold wind runs wildly between Shan Ye, calling for signs, fierce and magnificent! All the trees were blown into a mess and their roots were shaken. Willow and bamboo forests sway in the wind like weeds. Persimmons left in the treetops were scraped off. Plum, plum, cherry, sample, ginkgo, etc. In one day, all the frost leaves fell off and the fallen leaves on the ground danced with the wind. In an instant, the scenery of the mountains suddenly became desolate and clear.
In the early autumn, Kawabata Yasunari swims in slightly cooler water than usual, and his legs and feet will look a little whiter. Is there something cold and white flowing down the blue sea? Therefore, I think autumn comes from the sea. People set off fireworks on the lawn of the garden. The girls are looking for autumn insects in the pine forest along the coast. The sound of fireworks is mixed with insects, and even the sound of flames makes people feel lonely like missing summer. I think autumn, like insects, comes from the ground. Different from July, there is only moonlight and sea breeze at night, so women quietly close their hearts. I think autumn falls from the sky. Many new signs for renting houses have been added to the seaside town. Just like the new autumn calendar page number. Autumn also comes from the color of soles and the luster of nails. Let me walk barefoot before summer comes. Hide your bare feet before autumn comes. Trim your nails in summer. Is it warmer to leave some dirty nails in early autumn? In autumn, peptide is a pillow, and my elbow is tanned. If you don't have a strong appetite in autumn, you will be a little empty. People with too thick earwax do not know autumn. Commemorating the earthquake has become a routine activity in Tokyo in early autumn. On the morning of September 1 this year,150,000 people also visited the ruins of the garment factory, and the city also held an emergency fire drill. The siren of the water pump, together with the whistle of Ueno Art Museum, also reached my home. I went to see the horror of the clothing factory being robbed. What date is September? The day before yesterday or the day before yesterday, open-air cremation has begun and bodies are still piling up. It's a hot day after autumn. There was a shower at night. On the burning vilen, there was nowhere to hide from the rain, and I became a drowned rat in the running. A closer look shows that there is a little gray stain on the white clothes. It was the burning corpse smoke that turned the raindrops gray. I saw too many dead people, but I became numb. Bathed in this gray rain, my skin is chilly and I suddenly feel that it is autumn. Four can hear the autumn sound before anyone else, and people with this characteristic are also sad! This is a poem criticizing wood. There is no doubt that this is the case. There are five or six dogs in my family. One of them is more sensitive to music than ordinary people. He is happy when he hears cheerful music, and sad when he hears sad music. He not only uses the phonograph to scream, but also moves his body like a dance. However, he didn't feel lonely in early autumn at all. Although animals feel the warmth and coldness of the season, they can't feel the feeling of the season. In fact, plants and animals instinctively live with the promotion of seasons, but only people live against the changes of seasons, such as eating ice in summer and heating in winter. However, people are more influenced by seasonal feelings. In retrospect, there are too many artificial things about people's seasonal feelings. I can't help being surprised. It is said that the climate of Nanyang Islands is basically the same all year round. You can tell what season it is by looking at the stars. You can see the stars in summer and in autumn. If we can forget the surrounding seasons to that extent, how healthy this life is. There is no artificial season like the art season.