Autumn, no matter where, is always good; However, the autumn in the north is particularly clear, quiet and sad. The reason why I have traveled thousands of miles from Hangzhou to Qingdao, and even from Qingdao to Peiping, is to enjoy this "autumn", the autumn flavor of this old capital.
Of course, there is autumn in Jiangnan, but the vegetation withers slowly, the air is humid, the sky is pale, and it is often rainy and windy; A person caught between Suzhou, Shanghai, Hangzhou, or Xiamen, Hong Kong and Guangzhou can only feel a little cool in the chaotic past. The taste, color, artistic conception and posture of autumn are always not enough to see, taste and enjoy. Autumn is not a famous flower, nor is it wine. Half-drunk state is not suitable for enjoying autumn.
It has been nearly ten years since autumn in the north. Every autumn in the south, I always think of the reed flowers in Taoranting, the willow shadows in Diaoyutai, the insects in Xishan, the jathyapple in Yuquan and the bells in Tanzhe Temple. Even if you don't go out in Beiping, you can rent a shabby house and live in the sea of people in the imperial city. Get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea and sit in the yard, you can see the high blue sky and hear the pigeons flying in the blue sky. From the bottom of Sophora japonica leaves, counting a ray of sunshine leaking to the east, or in the broken waist, facing the blue morning glory like morning glory, you can naturally feel the autumn breath. When it comes to morning glory, I think blue or white is the best, followed by purple and black, and pink is the lowest. It is best to have a few sparse and slender autumn grasses as a foil at the bottom of the morning glory.
The locust tree in the northland is also a drop-out phenomenon reminiscent of Qiu Lai. Like a flower, but not a flower, when you get up in the morning, it will be all over the floor. When you step on it, there is no sound, no smell, only a little tiny and soft touch. After sweeping the street in the shade, the silk pattern of the broom that fell on the dust looks exquisite and leisurely, and subconsciously feels a little lonely. The ancient dream that the world knows autumn is in these depths.
Qiu Chan's faint lingering sound is the characteristic of the northland. Because there are trees everywhere in Beiping and the houses are low, you can hear them everywhere. In the south, you have to go to the suburbs or mountains to hear it. Qiu Chan sounds like a cricket and a mouse in the north, just like a housefly that every family keeps at home.
There is also autumn rain. The autumn rain in the north seems to be stranger, more delicious and more decent than that in the south.
Under the gloomy sky, a cool breeze suddenly came and it began to rain. After a layer of rain, the clouds gradually rolled west. It is sunny again, and the sun comes out again. City idlers wearing thick green cloth and jackets bit their pipes and stood under the bridge after the rain. When they meet acquaintances, they will say with a sigh in a slow and leisurely tone:
"Oh, it's so cold-""This word is pronounced very high and dragged on for a long time. )