Qiu Si was rewritten as an essay 1. A cloud of sunset, silently to the western hills. Several humble huts were strewn at random by the river, silent and lifeless. I don't know when a wisp of light smoke rises and fades away in the afterglow of the sunset. I looked up along the rough branches of the dead tree. In the bleak autumn wind, a bird with Kuroha on its branches stared at the distance motionless. A leaf hung on the branch at the foot, tottering in the wind, and a chill climbed up the nose.
In autumn, it's so quiet that people panic.
"Ka-"a deep cry is getting closer and closer, and a shadow is cast on the ground-a wild goose. "I" watched it disappear in the distance, constantly evoking its flapping wings in my mind, with a little anger.
Green mountains and green waters are reflected as jade by the last touch of light, and the green waters are full of bright waves. My heart suddenly enlightened-
Autumn is not only lonely, but rich colors are its endorsement.
Take a closer look at the crystal-like grass (frosted) and the humble maple leaves on the ground, but each piece is exquisite and there are chrysanthemums that look down on the cold wind and smile. Every one is autumn, and every one is full of autumn colors. The white of autumn frost, the red of maple leaves, the yellow of chrysanthemums, the green of mountains and the green of water are all colorful.
Autumn is charming.
Tianjingsha was rewritten into a collection of essays by Qiu Si.
The village was empty, and the wooden door that passed through Cang Sang was blown by the wind, making a "crunching" sound. No one, no cattle and horses, no vitality.
Shit, it's gone. The bright red color gradually fades away, but it is replaced by endless darkness. Another day has passed.
The residual sunset glow was scattered on the water. Blood red is reflected in the house, but it is obviously fading. ...
Gray smoke rose. Like fog, like clouds, like dreams. Only so thin, so thin, floating far away. In the yard, there is an old tree with distinct layers. Autumn wind blows, and a few yellow leaves fall, making them look even older. Touching the trunk and feeling the Cang Sang it suffered, the "tribal tiger-"autumn wind blew off the last leaf on the ancient tree, swaying, swaying ... like falling. The sadness in my heart can't help but increase a few minutes.
"Ga, ga" looked up, and several crows stood on the branches, crying at this place, telling endless sadness. This is the last leaf. The crow shook the branch, and finally, the leaves could not help shaking, flying down and drifting away. Watching it go away, the chill welled up in my heart.
Suddenly, a shadow swept across the water and bravely rushed up. The crow was surprised and flew away. It flew to the ground with satisfaction. I just saw it clearly, yo! This is a wild goose, and its arrival makes this place look alive.
I looked into the distance, and the Qingyun in the distance was surrounded by green hills, as if against the sky. The clouds around the top of the mountain are like dreams, sunset clouds and clouds. Green, blue and green. Close your eyes and feel the hazy silence quietly. The river is sparkling and green. Shiny and beautiful. Grass is everywhere nearby, white, and dew sticks to the tip of the leaf, shining. Maple leaves are covered with small gardens, red, attracting flowers to bloom, emitting fragrance and shining with dazzling golden light in the sun.
Autumn is no longer bleak. Because, this is also a gorgeous world.
Tianjingsha Qiu Si was rewritten as an essay of Sanqiu.
Came to a remote village. The sun gradually lost its luster and sank from the top of the Rocky Mountain, leaving only a trace of setting sun on the horizon. A few houses emit white smoke, and there are mossy cobblestone paths under their feet. If the rice is ripe, it will not be harvested, nor will the crops be rotten. On the tree next to the rice, the rough bark has been covered with cracks like wrinkles of the elderly. A flock of crows were shivering in the old tree.
Alas, where can we see that this village is inhabited?
In the glow, a line of geese flew leisurely from the clouds, and the vibrant cries pierced the autumn sky.
I can't help but wonder and look into the distance.
In the distance, a mountain composed of dark black rocks from beginning to end is rough and cold. Beside the mountain, it is surrounded by a green river. The reflections of mountains and trees are in this river, rippling in the water with the ripples of the river.
The grass by the river is yellow and white, and the red maple leaves sway gently in the breeze. From time to time, maple leaves fall to the ground and flowers bloom. Although you can't see what this flower is, when it comes out, it is like a group of fireworks, emitting a faint fragrance.
What a colorful Qiu Jingtu.
"Tianjin Sha Qiu Si" was rewritten into prose 4. In the distance, empty villages are scattered around. Only a few dilapidated houses can barely hold their waists. The roof is covered with moss and terrible cobwebs. There is no busy market, no people's noise ... nothing. Thin curling smoke flashed and disappeared in front of the sun that fell to the top of the mountain. Leaving only a faint and lonely sunset to light up the village. The faint light interweaves the treetops, and the old tree hangs its head. The yellow and brown leaves are heartbreaking and everything is so quiet. Only a few crows stood in the treetops, looking into the distance, singing sadly, and sad songs echoed around them.
Suddenly there was a bird song in the sky, and the wild goose spread its wings like a cattail leaf fan and quickly swept across the sky. I felt a warmth in my heart. Warm the village, warm the trees and warm the sunset. When the breeze blows, the branches tremble, and "rustling-rustling-"dew drops on the leaves, making a "tinkling" sound, like the notes from the keys of a piano.
The clouds are like gauze, and the sea is picturesque, which deeply reflects my heart. The mountains are misty, pale green, magnificent and concise in color. The water gurgled and lifted the mountain. The mountain reflects the water and the water is green; Water reflects mountains, and mountains move. The fish jumped up, shook its tail, turned smartly and swam to the sun. The reeds at the lake bend over, rippling and shining in the sun, and the bottom of the water is clearly visible. The fog covered the grass, which was ... white, as white as snow and ice. Leaning, "sand", playing a Kubinashi ballad. Maple leaves, like fire and fruit, paved a red road. One foot makes a pleasant sound, attracting chrysanthemums to open on the roadside.