The sun danced for too long, narrowed his eyes wearily and took a nap through a thin scarf. The wind rushed from one side of the sky to the other, and the autumn leaves fluttered with the wind in the faint cloud sky, red, yellow and purple; Leaves in the garden, sharp leaves, triangular leaves, leaves that can't be summarized in any shape, are dancing in the air under the traction of the sun and the wind, rendering an autumn day like a social drama with a full moon, which is particularly lively.
The fruit dyed red by the sun is unwilling to be lonely, standing on the branch and playing with the sun. Persimmons dominate the treetops and chase the sun, as if their faces are not bright enough and their evening clothes are not strong enough; Pink Pingguo is like a girl waiting for a boudoir in Jiangnan water town, with a shy and quiet face, pulling a few green leaves to cover her face and peeping at the sun in the sky and the topless guy in the field; There are clusters of oranges in the garden, playfully squeezing orange branches and dragging the sun hard to keep it from setting.
In the endless fields, golden ears of rice, gently touched by the wind, suddenly looked up to thank the sun and bent down to meet distant guests; The autumn wind blows, and the golden waves are like strings plucked on the leaves, sometimes passionate and sometimes low, and the harvest music overflows the countryside.
In the cotton field of thyme, the cotton peaches bathed in the sun bloom shyly and slowly like the bride in the honeymoon. In green, white flowers are silver and purer, dotted with vast land like stars in the silent night sky. ...
The wind, intoxicated by the fragrance of autumn fruits, keeps walking around vilen, holding the autumn leaves in the sky for a while, holding the fallen leaves in his arms for a while, and painting the autumn colors colorful.
Autumn is about to leave, the fruit is in love, the sun is in love and the moon is in love.
The old people dragged the sunset to the west and told the past; Lovers wear autumn wind with the afterglow of the moon, count the stars, watch the sun rise slowly from the thick clouds after bathing, and their feelings flood with the sun.
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autumn
In autumn, the wind rolled up the skirt of dreams, broke the sweetness of summer, rubbed my sleepy eyes and stretched, and the leaves rustled and covered the golden ground. Autumn is coming under the dance of autumn wind.
The sky is high and the clouds are light, the flowers are gone, the leaves are looking for their roots, and the bees are proudly singing farewell songs in the soil.
Autumn is crisp and the air is pleasant. Autumn thoughts and songs ring in the golden wheat waves, rise in red sorghum wine, and rise in sweet smiles and happy tears. . . . . .
Autumn, you are the season of success and the fruit of hardship. At the sumptuous banquet, every household sings and raises a glass for you. Joy and joy are the highest rewards for you, and you have left deep wrinkles on the rings of years.
Old people, young people and children are singing and dancing around the bonfire, burning your ardent hopes and melting your golden body. You smiled with relief, and an eternal flower bloomed in your laughter.
You brought joy and laughter, but you didn't know that you gave everything to the earth. You withered and withered, and you endured silently. The autumn wind sang an elegy for you, people sang an aria for you, the frustrated gave you more grief, and the old people sent out their inner feelings of "like raindrops brightening yellow leaves and lights illuminating my bald head". Those who have not fulfilled their wishes are connected with you on the runway of time.
Autumn wind brings thoughts and hopes, and wanderers are homesick and nostalgic. The sad story of missing is hard to tell, and people's hearts are full of longing. Ma Zhiyuan's "Qiu Si" is a few strokes, writing the feelings of autumn. "heartbroken people are at the end of the world" has a long history. Ouyang Xiu's Ode to Autumn Sound sings the artistic conception of autumn.
Autumn lost its nutrients and vitality in the long night in old China. When I was a child, listening to the story of Qiu Qiu in the spring, I was often lost in thought. At that time, I didn't know why the tragedy of autumn would be staged in spring and why autumn would be so bleak. With the changes of several spring and autumn periods, I understand, I understand the history of autumn, autumn storms.
In autumn, you are no longer desolate and sad. A maple leaf, a feeling. When the autumn wind blows, I will say with pride: "Autumn, I am mature in your arms!
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There you go, Huang Juhua. Thank you.
After the intermittent autumn rain, the golden Huang Ju flowers bloom.
I know, the flowers are blooming in Huang Ju, and you have left. Since I left you, I feel the autumn wind outside the window getting colder and colder. The blooming Huang Juhua withers day by day in the cold autumn wind.
I am speechless. Not only tears rolled down from my heart, but also scattered memories of us getting along. ...
How are you tonight, in the unknown distance?
I don't know if you are sad alone in front of a withered Huang Juhua at the moment. I don't know if you will hide your feelings and dreams quietly in the starry sky I look up at at this moment.
Many times, I like to soak in a cup of chrysanthemum tea and let the past events related to you stretch gently like chrysanthemum petals in the cup. When the fragrance of chrysanthemums permeates the room quietly, your chanting haunts my ears from time to time.
At this time, I want to tell you that I understand your mood. Even if you don't have a dream tonight, even if you don't have me in your dream, I will turn into a bright star tonight, hanging high outside your window and shining affectionately.
The chat room we used to go to, I will go to it often now. It's just that I didn't say a word after I left. I always want to be alone quietly, watch the online life in various languages, reminisce about our casual acquaintance, and reminisce about the stories you once told. When a friend read your poem, I felt a long-lost happiness and sweetness from your heart and breath.
I have heard that touching and sad melody in many chat rooms now. A deep voice sang softly to the melody of the guitar: "Is Huang Ju in bloom? Pick one for me! You know I've always liked Huang Juhua in full bloom. ..... "I can't help crying every time I listen to it. I know, the flowers are blooming in Huang Ju, and you have left. Please believe, please believe, I will still remember you and meet a sentimental woman. Remember the promise of picking chrysanthemums when flowers bloom.
Huang Ju blooms, and your dream wakes up, but I think you will fall into another dream. At the moment you left, I knew I would miss a beautiful dream. Even if we have flying wings, we can't cross this virtual network. Now, I just want to tell you that there is nothing wrong with us from acquaintance to love. Maybe it's just that we attach too much importance to our feelings on the internet, or that we are too obsessed with the virtual online world. ...
Huang Ju bloomed, and you left quietly. I will keep the most beautiful Huang Juhua you gave me in my diary, as well as the beautiful memories and secrets of my youth.
I just want to fly silently in the autumn wind. I don't want to gently wipe away the tears you miss. Huang Ju bloomed, and you left quietly. Along the path of chrysanthemum fragrance, I pursue your distant shadow again and again. See, Huang Juhua's petals are flowing away with autumn water.
Huang Ju bloomed, and you left quietly. When you left quietly, Huang Juhua thanked you bit by bit.
You're gone, Huang Juhua. thank you ...
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The silence of autumn
An autumn rain and a cold. In autumn, the whole season seems to be soaked by rain, and the air drips like a river. This autumn is always rainy, and the continuous rain is accompanied by the cold to visit this city and country again, and at the same time it is beating countless feelings of longing for sunshine and warmth. I know that this kind of mood is the land's longing for warmth, the crops' longing for sunshine, and the farmers' longing for a bumper harvest.
I hope I can see the rich villages with white clouds floating and smoke rising again. But in the face of the tears of the village trapped by the rain, in the face of the sad peasant brothers, my heart is wet and my thoughts are tangled. I know, this is a harvest season for cultivators. It should be a smile plowed from my father's forehead and a joy plowed from my mother's palm. God is thick, how can you not take this year's rations? How can we spend the cold winter in a quiet village? This is a disaster in autumn. Silence, in the silent autumn.
The story of a seed is a difficult history. But I don't know, will this year's seeds find a warm home? Can next spring be as green as this year's fields and as green as the morning glow? In the face of seeds that cannot be sown, I am silent. This is the silence of autumn, the sadness of autumn wind and autumn rain. Don't ask me why I am silent in autumn, and don't ask me why life is so affectionate. Because I am the son of a farmer, and I am the lover of the land.
Give a kind of care and let me heal the pain in autumn with my heart. Give a tolerance, let me touch the sunshine with my heart. Give a kind of comfort, let me repay a smiling face looking forward to a bumper harvest with joy. In the autumn fields, I want to shout. Let this rainy autumn be no longer silent, let the autumn wind be no longer cold, and let the harvest in the coming year fill the chests of mom and dad. Silence, no color. In the silence of autumn, I heard geese flying south.
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It's autumn harvest season again
The sky is high and the clouds are light, the distant mountains are like Dai, the autumn wind is bleak, and the blue sky is like washing.
A leaf falls, you know the world is autumn.
A flock of geese flew over Liu Shao. I know! It's harvest season again.
The red and green leaves on the branches are covered with ripe fruits, amethyst-like grapes, crimson apples, red dates and corn wrapped in emerald clothes, decorating the colorful earth. I see that the depths of the countryside are full of hearty intoxication and happy smiles.
The hopes and ideals once sown have now borne fruit. Sweat that once floated on fertile land condensed into crystal-like particles.
Looking at a string of fruitful fruits in the golden autumn, I understand that "Heaven rewards diligence" is not an empty talk.
There are four seasons in life. Youth is like a flash in the pan. If you lose it, it will never appear again. But there are always many beautiful spring and circumstances in people's life.
We sow friendship in the spring of life, harvest sincerity in the four seasons of life, and life will be more fulfilling.
Plant a red bean, pick a handful of acacia, send a ray of moonlight far away, and feel how much concern. We sow the true feelings in the emotional season, and I believe that we will also harvest love in the harvest season and get a lifetime of happiness.
Who was hurt by ruthless acupuncture in both hands and mind! Why did you plant thorns in the emotional world? As trees are, so are fruits. Whoever plants thistles will reap thorns and only stab himself.
Don't sow the seeds of hatred, because the branches of hatred will haunt you for a long time, making you restless and silent.
Evil always has the logic to stir up right and wrong, and justice has its own weapon to safeguard justice. Don't cultivate the germ of evil, hold your head three feet high and have a god, and any evil deeds will always be punished by justice! Scorpio will exert infinite power sooner or later! Any regret is futile, because the blisters on your feet are all your own, and you can't blame anyone.
Don't hate the thorns of roses that prick your fingers, because not every beautiful flower belongs to you.
Sincerity and kindness are amulets. You have gained a lifetime of happiness and peace indifferently, I know! You must have devoted your heart and effort to the kindness you sow!
In such a golden autumn harvest season, let you and I * * * harvest a smile and a beauty together!
In such a harvest season, let's hold hands and capture sincere feelings and friendship.