Profound philosophical prose about scenery

Jingui is surrounded by mountains, and the potential is as high as a cloud, and the color is bronze blue. Qing Taiping is lying in this huge bronze Jue full of ancient flavor, and the school is firmly in the east of the Jue bottom. When bucket handle gradually pointed to the west, Goldwind fell straight into the Bronze Jue from nine days away. It's cool in autumn, the trees begin to comb off butterflies whose branches turn yellow gradually, and the rocks are dripping with crystal green. Autumn is yellow, it dyes crops yellow and gilds chrysanthemums, and the fruits of autumn leaves gradually show sunshine-like colors. Among the many landscapes dyed yellow by the golden wind, osmanthus is not eye-catching. She is not as dazzling as the yellow of crops, nor as dazzling as the golden light of chrysanthemums, nor as coveted as the yellow of fruits. She is deeply hidden in the green leaves. If you don't pay attention and look carefully, you won't find her. But she reminds you with her unique breath-she is coming! She's so smart! You can't help but stop, look up and blush ... Sometimes, when you think about it a little, the fragrance of this flower seems unreasonable: how can such a tiny flower release so much fragrance? After being washed away by the cool breeze and nourished by Shan Lan, the fragrance of flowers wafted everywhere, and this bronze wine jue was loaded and overflowed from this mountain to the earth, which was really fragrant. It seems that the autumn wind is no longer the autumn wind, but the newly cooked rain for many years; Dangui is no longer Dangui, but a new roasted tea; This mountain nest is no longer a mountain nest, just like a green "charming". Autumn wind, like water, poured into the coffin from the outer space, let Jingui release the fragrance accumulated for a year, and rose, spread, churned and diffused in the jade coffin ... Unexpectedly, it was filled with the fragrance of the coffin, so that Gui Xiang was everywhere. Even with the autumn wind, it has not lost its fragrance. Rain and fog, its fragrance is more elegant; Steamed every day and brewed every month, the fragrance becomes more mellow. If you think about it carefully, this fragrance is well-founded: sweet-scented osmanthus is small, but its fragrance is natural and rich. Look carefully at the four petals of small flowers full of branches, all of which are squeezed out. Every flower wants to attract the attention of new people with its own fragrance, hoping that it smells better than the surrounding flowers, so it works harder to release the news of autumn. Many flowers compete for fragrance, and this fragrance is natural and mellow, which is far more attractive than a goose yellow charming English, attracting every passerby to stay under the tree. And the spirit of beauty is everywhere between green mountains and green waters, and the four seasons are endless. As far as possible, give this kind of landscape exotic flowers and herbs. There are more osmanthus trees than other tree people, so other flowers are not as fragrant as osmanthus. Zhong Ling is the only one who has beautiful seedlings. She has no reason to stop smelling it. Osmanthus fragrans really lived up to Zhong Ling's education, and tried to volatilize the fragrance stored all the year round, filling this beautiful stream like a coffin. What a bitter heart, what hard work, what a pious and hearty evaporation! Whenever the laurel tree is under, I always stop to appreciate it; Every time I stop to taste enlightenment, I am always moved!