"The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy." We bid farewell to the beautiful West Lake summer and gradually followed Miss Qiu to the new world. "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February." The world in autumn is brand-new, the leaves are yellow, and the autumn is getting stronger ... I love autumn, and I love autumn in poetry more.
Autumn is the season of farewell. Miss Xia left in the summer rain and Miss Qiu followed in the autumn wind. When he waved his hand, it fanned the leaves, and the geese flew south. As the great poet Liu Che said, "The autumn wind started in Bai Yunfei, and the plants were yellow, and the geese returned south."
"Tongting has many fallen leaves and is known as autumn." Autumn is the season of falling leaves. Leaves fell from the tree, leaving frost on the mother tree. Like a butterfly, dancing in the sky, at this time, maple leaves "emerge" from the branches, and the color of autumn suddenly becomes more red, which is a symbol of autumn.
A gust of autumn wind blows, and the fruits are fragrant, sweet and fragrant, and the delicious oranges, apples and bananas come to the nose. I couldn't help reciting Su Shi's poem: "Today, the lotus has no shelter from the rain, and there are still Ao Shuang branches in the chrysanthemum." "The good scenes of the year must be remembered, especially when it is orange, yellow and green."
The lotus flower has withered, but the chrysanthemum is still there. The best time of the year, you must remember that autumn is the season of orange, orange and green! Autumn is the season when fruits are fragrant, and all kinds of fruits are available.
Autumn is a harvest season, and farmers' uncles are ecstatic, because the wheat, rice and corn in the field are all ripe, and they don't have to be responsible for the work of leaving early and returning late.
Shen Li, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, once praised farmers in two poems: "A millet is planted in spring and 10,000 seeds are harvested in autumn. There are no idle fields in the four seas, and farmers still starve to death. " "Every day is noon, and sweat drips into the soil. Who knows Chinese food? Every grain is hard. "
Autumn is the season of farewell, the season of falling leaves, the season of fragrant melons and fruits, and the season of harvest. I like autumn.