Autumn (prose)
"Spring, spring, spring, willow tender and new, Meixie powder, Caodian, Beili and Yanyu are adjacent to the south; In the suburbs, BMW gallops, and purple and stranger are connected. How many people enjoy the flowers in Chengdu? " This is an ancient poem about spring.
It is said that spring is beautiful, and it is indeed beautiful, because it is the new green that has just sprouted in spring, the state of mind when the grass turns yellow and white, the freshness of mood change, and the obvious contrast with the past. But a closer look shows that there are rotten dead leaves and yellow sand not covered by shallow grass under the bonus, and some dead leaves are still hanging on the dead branches, setting off some newly sprouted buds. If the spring breeze is weak, it is difficult for the mountains and rivers to be completely green. But its beauty lies in tenderness, novelty and infinite vitality.
After a long journey. The mountains are mature, and the land is mature. After the gestation of winter, a mature autumn has been smelted in spring and summer. Crops cover the earth, and the forest full of fruits is green, red and gold. This is a fiery red, golden and picturesque autumn.
Autumn is extremely beautiful. Autumn should be the most beautiful and brilliant of the four seasons, at least I think so. Driving through the endless North China Plain, the towering Yanshan Mountains, the blue sky, white clouds and green fields, everything is so comfortable and beautiful. Look at the distant mountains, such as Dai, and the red, yellow and green colors of the nearby mountains are so rich, so tall and straight, so straight into the sky. The color of that place is also so thorough and boundless, until the horizon gradually blends with the blue sky, almost blending your body and mind into nature.
You must like Van Gogh's paintings very much, right? This season is like Van Gogh painting mountains and rivers with a brush and using strong and heavy oil paints. Suddenly, I saw the essence of a transparent, brilliant and energetic life. It was so warm and energetic. Autumn is so beautiful and intoxicating.
Autumn is beautiful, but for those who are easily sad, there is a sense of suffocation. Now I can recite the primary school text: "Autumn is coming, the weather is cold, and a flock of geese fly to men." The author used a series of "music", which means that beauty is gone and spring is gone. Therefore, many people are not very willing to appreciate autumn colors, especially the elderly. Because autumn represents the season when human beings get old. Humans are divided into spring, summer and autumn. I don't write about winter, because winter is the end of life and the last breath before death.
Spring is a tender childhood, summer is a young and energetic person, and autumn is the age to work hard for hard work and family chores, with the power of frosting and injury. This should be a harvest season. But from ancient times to the present, in the eyes of literati, it is the emotion of "persisting in sadness and falling in love with the building, saying that it is cool and good autumn". Yes, a short life has passed for another year. In the eyes of the elderly, the years have passed and there are not many days to come. It is inevitable that some people are pessimistic, and some people hate this splendid season. Beauty is beauty after all, and it is also true for people. You have experienced ups and downs in life, and bumpy experiences mean maturity.
It also means that understanding of life and the world can be understood in chaos. In fact, because of the change of the world, the situation has changed, and it has not hindered its brilliant existence. And you have accumulated rich experience and experience, you can still fly a few times in your later years to show your strength. As the poet "Liu Zheng" wrote, "I don't believe that life is really easy to get old, the sky is gray, and a falcon is flying high, carrying the sunset."
Childhood is beautiful, young people are full of vigor and vitality, and old age should be a brilliant life full of artistic interest, life interest and colorful. Spring is beautiful, summer is beautiful, and autumn is more beautiful and colorful. Autumn language (five chapters of prose poems)
Qiuai
Walking on the edge of autumn, from time to time, I saw a strict array looking for a cloud stack and wrote a golden poem;
On golden days, cotton shows white clouds and soybeans ring bells, especially in endless fields. Rice waves, like the long hair of a mature girl, can't hide the happy smile that is about to get married.
Aunt's sickle kissed it, and uncle's big brother's cereal bucket also reveled with it.
On the ridge, the bell of the packhorse bent people's eyebrows and filled their granaries.
Pick up a millet and put it in the palm of your hand, look at the color of autumn and taste the loyalty of the land.
Not only the land in autumn, but also the satisfaction after maturity. Of course, there is also the expectation of eager cultivation and sowing.
-In the golden autumn, all life has found a new proposition.
A ray of sunshine;
Golden wind;
A drop of autumn rain;
……
It forms a charming background of the countryside.
In this charming background, I don't want to be intoxicated;
I resolutely walked out of the edge of autumn to look forward to the vitality of the earth after whiteness, and then read the most pleasant realm.
Qiuju
Invisible autumn wind swept this pot of wild chrysanthemum by the window and gave me a cool shower:
The season has changed, you know?
Pushing open the window, the birch leaves are shaking.
Think of the first blooming wild chrysanthemum in autumn (just outside my window), swaying light and shadow, giving pedestrians a long season of softness and smile;
Ah, chrysanthemum,
How can I bear to watch your sadness fall tomorrow?
Remember, you are a clear and high-pitched folk song, always singing loudly after everything is fragile.
Let this song-
Float to the field, overflow the maple forest, and finally walk into the farmhouse hedge to fill the sadness and poverty of the season.
Ah, Zhu, don't cry. Please believe:
The monsoon will never blow off the buds of your life, and the sunshine will still shine on you tomorrow morning, in my heart:
Open.
Qiu Die
A gust of wind extinguished the moonlight, and I heard the clouds rustling and sliding overhead like sand and stones.
Get in the house. At the moment of lighting, I was shocked by an unexpected surprise:
Butterfly, a beautiful butterfly stops on the wild chrysanthemum outside the window.
Did my carelessness make it wait here?
What kind of power makes it catch the only blooming flower in this autumn until it dies?
Looking out of the window, but afraid to disturb its heavy Qiu Meng-a eulogy gently recited in the wind.
It's so sad. But I think it is more reasonable for beauty to stop at petals.
After all, when a butterfly flies, it is a living dream, a dream on the grass and a dream of freedom.
Butterfly's sleep is two petals, two temporary petals, but I prefer it to be long.
Stopping in this dream is probably the ecstasy of butterflies.
It traveled all over Yuan Ye, and finally came to my window after the storm, and got the last splendor and glory of autumn.
Qiumi
I am alone in a boat, drifting in the sea breeze for a long time, but I can't enter the season when the waves are in full bloom.
Did I miss the flowering period by singing all the way?
One rainy autumn night, someone told me quietly: the waves of that river have opened again, on the route I came.
But now that the route has been stretched for too long by years, is the river still waiting for me on the original road?
-feelings will always drift in autumn, but they will never drift out of her endless harbor bend.
Although I know autumn is far away, I will search all over Qian Shan and find her.
Still drifting, still looking for it;
In every morning like this, in every dusk like this.
late autumn
Sitting alone in late autumn, many beautiful thoughts have faded, only the yellow leaves falling with the wind are still with me.
Outside the window, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and late autumn comes into my heart with clusters of disappointment.
I'm tired of music in the wind;
-Moonlight is like a stream in late autumn, getting thinner and thinner.
You are drifting away, and the story of late autumn has lost some mature beauty.
Are you really leaving?
Can't I take back your intention to fly in this season that belongs to me?
You really left. The fallen leaves in late autumn can't drown the wet traces behind them.
Really. I shouldn't have known you in the fallen leaves season, and you shouldn't have stepped on fallen leaves to come to me that day.
The season of falling leaves itself contains a beautiful mistake.
I had to pick up a fallen leaf stranded in this wrong season instead of picking up a heart-shaped poem;
The wind is very strong, and chrysanthemum fragrance has become pale and weak.
Roland: Ode to Autumn
The beauty of autumn lies in the car.
Some people's eyes are like autumn, and some people's Shen Feng is like autumn.
The beauty of maple trees in autumn is not only red in the frosted plains; And still in the cool breeze.
When the leaves gradually became sparse, Lin Qiu showed its elegance, that kind of free and easy without any modification, detached from the worldly prosperity.
The most touching thing is that the sunset is reflected in Lin Qiu. It was so drunk that it set off the deepening dusk in the sky. The cool evening breeze is a beautiful and sad beauty with twilight. It makes you want to shed a few tears of your life experience, but you are frightened by the fading drunken red. You are willing to condense your unrestrained emotions.
There was once a painter who painted a frosted Autumn Courtyard. The tall maple tree quietly covers the silence of a garden, and the heavy door behind the tree is hidden deep. It is endless loneliness, as if I had lived in it and tasted the silence of autumn. But I still want to sneak into the painting and ask the thick door that is deeply hidden to see how much dust there is and how many footprints of life are sealed.
The most intriguing idle clouds in the autumn sky. So faint and leisurely, quietly away from the hubbub, not disturbed by secular joys and sorrows, no longer indifferent.
Autumn wind is the purest wind without any decoration. So smoothly across the garden, you don't have to take into account the rustling leaves-season is season, metabolism is metabolism, life and death is life and death, sadness and joy are joys and sorrows. No need to participate, no need to stay.
Ming Che is in the same wind as Qiushui. "Point Qiu Jiang, Egret Sha Ou", you draw this Ming Che. There's nothing to worry about, nervous and persistent. "Be proud of killing thousands of families, illiterate." Autumn is so spotless.
"Wild cranes in idle clouds" is the title of autumn. Only the clear sky in autumn and the touch of white clouds can support the beauty of a wild crane with the word "leisure", as clear as autumn water, as distant as autumn mountain and as elusive as that, and can support the word "escape". "Leisure" and "leisure" are the true colors of autumn.
Some people have the beauty of autumn. With such beauty, it must be such a person. Such beauty comes from the heart. He has everything, but he wants nothing. It is a kind of transparency and freedom formed by profound cognition and perception.
Autumn is a season of maturity, harvest, enrichment and wandering. It has experienced the prosperity of spring and summer, and is no longer proud of being praised and loved. It is isolated from all the praise and love of Qiu Guang, and only wants to be a leisurely, distant and elusive autumn.
[Opinion] This essay is beautifully written. Poetic language and sentence patterns, affectionate touch and description are its external beauty; Broad-minded and indifferent attitude, clear and free and easy thinking are its inner beauty. The author personifies and individualizes autumn. This kind of personality and individual demeanor is the ultimate and connotation of the deep beauty of autumn.
The language of autumn
Autumn is the most confusing season.
Bright spring, hot summer and cold winter are all clear; However, in autumn, it is difficult for me to type a suitable word to describe it. In autumn, the veiled beauty is unfathomable and makes people feel a lot. I want to see the scenery, but I always feel at a loss.
The only thing that makes me feel is autumn, a thin appearance. Yes, just a little sadness. When you see the clouds in the distant horizon, the sadness in autumn is even worse. Autumn is easy to worry about, which may be caused by our ancestors' carelessness when creating words. Just add a worried heart and it will become a sad word. As far as the word "sorrow" is concerned, I can't say it is a phonetic character, but it feels more pictographic. If our ancestors created the word "sorrow" in autumn fog and hazy eyes, it really made the feeling of autumn clearer. If it rains at night and there is a slight chill in the air, it will be even more sad and make people understand the charm of autumn, especially in late autumn.
However, behind the deep lock of autumn, there is another taste, that is, autumn harvest. Yes, harvesting in autumn and storing in winter is the best dream in autumn. When you see rice and fruitful fruit trees in Huang Chengcheng, it is no exaggeration to say that autumn is the harvest season. Autumn is the happiest day for farmers. Some people say that there are no idle people on the farm in April. In fact, during the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, have farmers ever been idle? It goes without saying that when harvesting crops, they must sow new seeds and look forward to new hopes while harvesting rich grains. So autumn should be the season for farmers, because they are harvesting and sowing.
Autumn sunshine is also particularly interesting. Although it is not as bright and colorful as spring, nor as hot as summer, it seems to have another taste: the sun is a little lazy, and the leisurely trip in the sky brings a little warmth, which can make people feel its leisure; But in the crisp autumn sunshine, the refreshing feeling of autumn arises spontaneously, which makes people feel the lofty autumn.
There is also a thrilling beauty in autumn, that is, the fallen leaves fluttering in the autumn wind. If there is wind, it will be completely boring. At that time, you will feel the coldness of nature. If it is a scene with a breeze, it is really a pleasant enjoyment. Walking in the world of leaves, red and yellow, just like putting on beautiful leaves, stepping on the squeak of leaves, the breeze gently brushed some dry faces, and colorful leaves fluttered gently, which really felt like heaven and earth.
Autumn gives me the feeling that she is noble, and it is difficult for us to see the whole picture, because she does not easily lift the beautiful veil. In her obscurity, it adds an attractive mystery, or the beauty of autumn lies here!
Sitting alone in late autumn, let the songs coming to me condense into winter.