In beginning of autumn, the weather changed suddenly, not getting cooler, but getting hotter. The following is a selection of beginning of autumn's beautiful essays that I have compiled. Welcome to read! Selected Works of beginning of autumn's Beautiful Prose 1
A breeze woke me up from my lucid dream. In the morning, I looked into the distant mountains, and there seemed to be a faint mist. Perhaps it was the coolness of this fog that dispelled the original heat (it was still a cool summer yesterday). I suddenly remembered that yesterday in beginning of autumn, I couldn't help admiring the mystery of the ancients in the division of solar terms. Since the weather is so kind, let's not fail. My wife and I left the door after breakfast, went to the foot of the mountain that I have climbed many times, and set off along the mountain path to enjoy the mood.
Walking all the way, halfway up the mountain, it began to be foggy. The grass beside the road was full of vitality and seemed to be extracted overnight. The autumn insects that had been quiet for a long time began to chirp in the grass, and a few cicadas that had been screaming for a season were hoarse for the last time. Climbing to the top of the mountain, a few drops of light rain actually started to fall, and it fell gently on a few broad leaves, which made Ye Er tingle. The wind was so quiet and cool, and I couldn't feel a trace of summer flavor. All this seemed to announce the end of this summer.
autumn is coming. It is so gentle, not dry, tender as water, misty and cool, and everything is so heartfelt and so dull. When autumn is deep, the sky becomes particularly high, especially blue, and the wind is particularly clear. The mountains and forests are colorful, some are completely yellow, some are bright red, some are deep green, and some are so intoxicated. Autumn is crisp, the wind is light and the clouds are light; Cool as water, misty; Fallen leaves return to their roots, and a hundred herbs are lonely. The diverse autumn has given the literati a variety of artistic conception, and also given ordinary people like me some insights.
Seeing me so drunk in the mountains, my wife said, I guess autumn is your favorite of the four seasons. Of course, because autumn has given me too many unforgettable feelings. Selected Works of beginning of autumn's Beautiful Prose 2
Summer in beginning of autumn
Red flames surging in the waves
Reflection in the sky
Blue waves
Rising with the wind, Gentle as snow
in the distance
cicadas are intertwined. lingering
desolation turns into cicada slough
lingering under the ancient trees in September
carving a circle
summer in beginning of autumn
half autumn
half summer
I'm just waiting for
the first piece, a selection of beautiful essays by beginning of autumn, a yellow leaf.
In the past, I always looked forward to beginning of autumn in order to endure the long summer heat and avoid the scorching summer, because beginning of autumn predicted that the cool summer heat would be a grasshopper after autumn, and it would be rampant for a few days, and it would not last long. Now, when I suddenly heard this word: beginning of autumn, I felt a little sad, ruthless and even cruel. How time flies in a snap? It makes people feel a little confused, a little scared, and a little sad that if you leave it as beautiful as a flower, it will not be as good as water.
Although the heat will not disappear quickly after beginning of autumn, it will gradually turn cold unconsciously, and the green leaves full of trees will gradually wither and fall. After that, a harvest season will come without hesitation. When the hardworking people sweat in the yellow land, it is a kind of sweat of satisfaction, a kind of sweat of joy and a kind of sweat of harvest, which is harvest, and I reap it again.
edges and corners gradually eroded by life? Yearning for being swallowed up by reality? I don't want to be sad, but I am sad. I don't want to look back, but I look back. What the years have given me is only heavy memories, just bright yearning.
autumn wind rises, autumn leaves are yellow, and when I think of the past, my heart is sad.
today's wine, today's drunkenness, is nothing like the world, a little hurt.
Mo Tao's human suffering is deep, and Yan Wang is not a smooth sailing.
what it is like to live in the world, more people think carefully.
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