Li Shizhen said: "Fairy legend says that stone pulp is cooked very economically." It can be seen that stones are also nutritious. Maybe the pine trees in Huangshan grew up eating pith?
It's incredible to grow so green, so strong and so elegant! What is even more incredible is that there is a pine tree in front of Wenshuyuan. Because of the cracks in the stone, more than half of the pine roots grow in the air and sway like tendrils.
Generally speaking, most branches are upward unless wicker hangs down. However, wicker is fragile, and gravity forces it to hang down, not because it hangs down on purpose. The branches of Pinus taiwanensis are beautiful and thick, but most of them grow to the left and right like bars on barbed wire, or downward like human arms. Obviously, it refused to face the wall, and refused to bend over in the ravine to bask in the sun.
Feng Zikai's willow:
I admire the beauty of willow, but its beauty is different from peony and all other flowers and trees. The main beauty of willow lies in its drooping. Most flowers and trees grow upward. Red apricots can grow "outside the wall" and ancient trees can grow "towering". It is good to go up, but I often see lush foliage, as if I have forgotten the roots below and feel that they look hateful; You live on it. Why not just sit on it and never pay attention to it? Your life is built on it. How can you only covet your own glory without looking back at the roots in the soil? Most flowers and trees are like this.
The roots under many flowers and trees have withered, but the flowers and leaves above still thrive. Being a last-minute Fu Wei there is really hateful and pitiful! Willow is not so hateful and pitiful: it is not that it will not grow upward. It grows fast and tall; But the higher you grow, the lower you hang. Tamarix chinensis lour, a strange man, never forgets his roots. They often look down and always use the power of spring breeze to worship or kiss the roots in the soil. It seems that a group of lively children play around their loving mother, but they always lean against her or jump into her arms, which makes people feel very cute. There are some willows higher than the wall, but I don't think they are too high. I can work for it without forgetting my roots.
2. Feng Zikai's painting and literature
The sentimentality of nature is a very important thing in artistic care, and painters and poets observe nature with emotional attitude. "A painter can talk to nature", that is to say, the painter can regard the objects in the universe as living creatures or conscious people, so he can deeply understand the interest of nature as if he were talking to nature. China pays attention to "vivid charm" in painting, and every grass and tree should show its charm. As Deng Chun's "Painting Following" said:
"I know that there is God in people, but I don't know that there is God in things."
Zhang Yanyuan's "Famous Paintings of Past Dynasties" has such words again:
"Everything in the world, the charm of the product. That is, mountains and rivers, self-respecting mountains and rivers and even a tree and a stone all have life, and there is no continuity during the period. "
We can know that in the eyes of China painters, the world is full of creatures, and naturally there is aura. This is a pantheistic view of nature. Although there is no such profound painting theory in western painting, the same tendency can be seen in the words and deeds and works of modern painters. Van Gogh once said to a little flower:
"Xiaohua, you can also arouse my deep thoughts that can't be measured by tears!"
2. Ba Jin's Autumn is a good sentence. The flesh of the chin hangs down, flies over the water and flies to another bush.
His chin tilted slightly.
His fat face is like a ball, like a withered ear of corn.
The thick beard on his chin seems to have not been shaved for a long time.
The trees on the shore gave off a clear birdsong.
He shaved his head, which made people worry that meat might fall off at any time. He had a hairy beard.
& ampNbsp, it's curly and yellow. Two kingfishers suddenly flew out of the willows, and several different birds sang their most beautiful songs in the competition. The pointed round chin looked like heels.
This is a novel.
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The beard on his chin is messy and long, like a brush made of brown hair. Their beautiful feathers steal people's attention, and you need to read carefully to find good sentences.
Feng Zikai's original Wu Peng boat twists and turns, and the winding Xijiang River extends and flows in Guangdong.
Generation after generation, generation after generation, has nurtured ordinary people on both sides of the strait. I am a child of an ordinary family. Wang Qingying, the green river, entered my memory so quickly and quietly from the day I can remember, and flowed into my life, which made my life have an indissoluble bond with it.
Like many ordinary people living by the river, my family is not rich. Father hasn't read many books and has no skills. When he went to work in the city, he soon found that he couldn't stay any longer, so he had to go home and continue the old fishing business for generations, barely fulfilling the responsibility and obligation of a man to support his family. In order to make the family live well, my father always fishes diligently.
Every morning, he goes to the Wang Xi River with a fishing net and a fish basket, starts a day's work, casts a net and closes it, and then pours the caught fish into the basket. In this way, after a day of tossing, my father can always have a good harvest. My little sister and I are too young to help, so we can only lie on the windowsill and watch my father fishing on the river. When my father came home with a full load, we ran out of the house and tried to help him carry the fish with our weak strength. At this time, my father's face, which was constantly carved by Jiang Feng and years and covered with Cang Sang, would have a comforting smile, but he said nervously, Be careful, don't knock over the fish basket.
At this time, my mother had dried the fishing net and came back. She smiled and took the fish basket from our hands and said, Stop it, children. In the evening, our family get together and separate the fish of different sizes. The next morning, my mother took the fish to the market to make a living, and my father picked up the fishing net and started a new round of work. In those years, although our family was not rich, our life was always filled with intoxicating warmth and satisfaction.
In this way, the days flow quietly like Xijiang. Later, my little sister and I both went to school. Faced with the futile increase in education funds, my father had to bite the bullet and feel the dark. At this moment, after years of hard work, my mother's original strong body was finally dragged over. To make matters worse, my father has caught fewer and fewer fish recently. It turned out that he only fished on the shore, and the scope was limited. For many years, he captured almost endlessly. The villagers have been trying to persuade their father to get a boat, but because there is not much savings at home, his father refused. All of a sudden, my little sister's tuition, my mother's sick medical care, and daily expenses at home all came one after another, impacting this already fragile family, and our originally happy life was also turbulent and difficult to calm down. At this time, my father didn't say a word, just sitting there silently sucking. He didn't have this habit before. Perhaps he has too much helplessness in life, so he can only rely on smoke circles to seek comfort and relief. In this way, after a long silence, his father finally stood up and said loudly, I want a boat, I want a boat. The next day, my father took out the only savings at home and ran to the city to buy some wood and some awnings.
After returning home, I was busy in the backyard with my experience and several uncles in the village. A week later, a brand-new bright Wu Peng ship was born in my home. From the day Wupengchuan was launched, it came into our family's life. Wupengchuan is really the lucky star of our family. With its help, my father's fishing range has expanded to any corner of the Xijiang River. Since then, my father's fishing has entered a brand-new stage. In this stage, the number of big fish I caught is more than that in the days when I only caught it on the shore, so my family spent the money from my father's fishing one by one. Life at home has also improved a little. My little sister and I put on the new clothes we dreamed of, and my mother's weak body has also improved. We cherish the Wu Peng and everything it has brought us. However, reality is always a trick of fate, and I will never forget the night that shattered all our family's expectations. That night, as usual, after Dad came home from fishing, we put the fish away. I went to bed early. But in the middle of the night, all of a sudden, thunder and lightning, strong winds, followed by downpour, a storm without warning, quietly came, shaking the Xijiang River and its banks with its powerful power. At this time, my father suddenly got out of bed and shouted in a hoarse voice: the boat, the boat is still tied to the river bank, and it disappeared as soon as the flood washed away.
The wind roared outside, and there was lightning and thunder. My father in the house rushed outside like a madman and dragged the boat home. My little sister and I tried our best to hug my father and cried, Dad, don't go out now, you will ... My mother, who has not fully recovered, reluctantly got out of bed and took her father's hand and said, Dad, don't go out, that's all.
Father looked at the three of us and finally gradually calmed down. Maybe he realizes that our family needs an awning boat, but we need him more. That night, we didn't sleep, but silently prayed for the Wupeng boat that struggled with the storm alone. The next day, the storm subsided and my father hurried out. When he saw it, after a night of rain and water scouring, the water level of Xijiang River rose a lot, more majestic than before. At the place where the boat was tied, Wu Peng's boat had disappeared. Maybe last night's torrent tore Wu Peng's boat to pieces like a crazy beast, but my father didn't give up. He searched along the river and finally found some stranded broken boards and fragments on the shore not far downstream. It is particularly desolate under the gentle beat of the cold water of Xijiang River. Poor Wu Peng boat can't overcome the storm after all. It was defeated in front of nature and life, but it was helpless with the infinite hope of its family. Perhaps it was too heavy and tired, and finally fell down early with an unfinished mission and returned to the embrace of the earth.
When my father saw this scene, Cang Sang's face was full of unspeakable pain. He stayed there for a long time and was at a loss. From then on, my father never made an awning boat again. He is afraid of losing it again, because life itself is a kind of helplessness.
But our family will never forget that Wu Peng ship, how powerful it used to be.
A good word from autumn may be hidden in golden ears of rice, burning persimmons or green vegetable fields. Autumn, harvest season, golden season-as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter.
Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling.
Autumn wearing a golden suit, with light steps, quietly came to the world.
Autumn is full of harvest scenes, the fragrance of fruits and people's happy laughter.
The wind, blowing gently, is a beautiful autumn girl.
In autumn, the earth is golden and everything changes face.
6. Near the Mid-Autumn Festival, the sky is blue and the golden phoenix is cool.
7. The sunshine in autumn is mild and slightly chilly, the scenery is more sparse and bright, and everything is beautiful beyond description.
Those tall and straight green trees have now taken off their green clothes and put on yellow fashion. Seen from a distance, the mountains are covered with gold.
9. In autumn in Saibei, time and space are bright and blue.
10. As the weather gets colder, the noisy cicada is blown away by the autumn wind and replaced by the inscription of the cricket at night.
1 1. Between Tianshui and Tianshui, it is clear, and there is a strong osmanthus fragrance in the warm air.
12. In autumn, yellow leaves are everywhere, and the earth becomes a golden world.
13. The fields are full of fruits, which are golden here and orange there. In autumn, the earth looks like a carpet in Zhang Huali.
14. Autumn is crisp, the blue sky is like polished spotless glass, continuous clouds, white as snow, like milk.
15 leaves turn from green to yellow, and they spin off one after another, looking soft; The leaves on the maple tree are red, like a big red cloud; Urged by the autumn wind, leaves danced in the air and finally fell into the river, floating around like a boat.
5. Analysis of the main contents, themes and characters of Feng Zikai's "Appreciation of Five Schools in Autumn". Mr. Feng Zikai expressed his unique feelings about autumn in this article. This is mainly reflected in the contrast between "autumn" and "spring". Young gentlemen have a special love for spring, so they always "try to entertain it, enjoy it and keep it forever". Moreover, he painted poems, drank the Three Rivers and enjoyed the spring scenery by candlelight. At this point, he has been completely intoxicated in the beautiful spring scenery in front of him. But autumn will come eventually. Just like a person's life, short youth is a long and arduous journey. In addition to his love for spring, Mr. Wang also realized the great charm of autumn in his feelings. Because he was used to flowers blooming and falling, he went to Qiu Lai in spring. Because he has experienced the process of life, just like the overlapping of four seasons. Therefore, his mood is integrated with autumn. He is not as ecstatic and anxious about spring as he was when he was young, but indifferent and sad about autumn. At this time, he only felt that autumn was lovely and quiet, and he had "only felt that his mood was very harmonious in autumn". And I often feel that I was "attracted by autumn wind, autumn rain, autumn scenery and Qiu Guang and melted in autumn", so that I "temporarily lost my position". One of them is. Unconsciously, I am a little more contemptuous of spring: "Whenever Vientiane is updated, I see flowers in full bloom, bees and butterflies, and plants, trees and insects are scrambling to breed everywhere." I think the secularity, greed, shameless and ignorance between heaven and earth are nothing more than that! " I even think that the green beads hanging on the wicker and the red dots on the peach branches are a little bit ridiculous and pitiful.
Of course, in his dissatisfaction with spring, Mr. Feng Zikai is dissatisfied with the reality of disturbing the hustle and bustle of life. This dissatisfaction is not only a reflection of the social reality in China in the late1920s, but also a participation of Buddhism. Buddhism advocates the reincarnation of life and death, nirvana is silent, and it claims that all living things, including human beings, are living in constant reincarnation, just like the scenes in spring, summer, autumn and winter are different, in an instant state of birth and death. Causality meets, and it is born and died instantly. There is no need to fight for novelty and intrigue, and there is no need to get drunk. Therefore, the ultimate goal of human beings in reincarnation is not to pursue a vigorous spirit of joining the WTO, but to pursue an absolutely quiet and mysterious nirvana realm. This will inevitably get rid of the entanglement of reality and emotion. Therefore, Mr. Wang's harmony with autumn and his contempt for the prosperity of spring are the reflection of this Buddhist thought.
The perception of "autumn" also made Mr. Feng Zikai realize the meaning of life and the value of death. In this process, the author's enthusiasm for cherishing and hurting spring was eliminated, and he made a careful choice between life, honor and death: "I don't think life, honor and death are enough, but I would rather rejoice and admire all death." This choice inevitably implies pessimism, but it is an open-minded statement that deeply understands life. Life and death, honor and humiliation, instant and eternity, the unity of these contradictions temper people's will, mind and attitude towards life. A high-spirited teenager, because he is high-spirited, sees only endless possession of the world, so he is extremely afraid of death. In the article, the author points out that "ignorant teenagers are so far away from death", so "there is no need to awaken their life dreams". But for those who are patient with the fear of death, they should either "pray to God and worship Buddha, look for famous mountains everywhere" and find the residence of Yuxian; Or "get drunk and have a good time" and occupy the afterglow of the sunset with a feeling of fishing; But you can't face death and treat life correctly. Therefore, when Mr. Wang has the consciousness of "death", he feels that only greed, ignorance, cowardice are born with honor, while death and extinction are humble, conscious and great.
However, Mr. Feng Zikai's understanding of the naturalness of his own death did not inspire him more passion for joining the WTO, let alone indulge in the dream of spring blankly. Only in The Feeling of Autumn and Yu Zhong of Death did he understand that happiness and sadness are only the concrete connotations of clinging to life. He wants to be safe and detached from this troubled life, and silently walk the mileage of this life without wanting anything. Although this kind of mood is extremely depressed, this kind of depression reflects the basic view of a Buddhist child on a miserable life. However, facing the harsh realistic struggle in China in the late1920s, it is also an illusion to escape into an empty door and be isolated from the world. Besides, Mr. Wang is not a loyal believer in my Buddha's compassion, but still pays attention to reality. Therefore, at the end of the article, when "Autumn Thunder Begins" hits his contradictory mind with the hail of autumn rain, he also has to feel that he is "immature and inexperienced in autumn", which shows that his mood is not in harmony with China's fierce real life.
In a word, although the title of this essay is Autumn, it starts with the feeling of autumn and writes the author's views on the choice and life and death of the Spring and Autumn Period. There are both the maturity of autumn heart, the maturity beyond the secular world, and the contradiction between seeing through the world of mortals and indifference. It is the author's profound understanding of the true meaning of life, and it also reflects the fierce reality of class struggle in China at that time, and also reflects Feng Zikai's ambivalence of converting to Buddhism. In particular, the author brushed away the sadness of "being sad and lonely in autumn since ancient times", giving people a more philosophical and mature view.
6. Autumn is always good, no matter where it is; 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. Jiangnan, of course, there is autumn; But the grass is carved slowly, the air is moist, the sky is pale, and it often rains and windy; A person sandwiched between Suzhou, Shanghai, Hangzhou, or Xiamen, Hong Kong and Guangzhou can only feel a little coolness, and the taste, color, artistic conception and posture of autumn can never be fully satisfied, tasted and enjoyed.
Autumn is not a famous flower, nor is it wine. Half-drunk 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 an ornament that can remind people of Qiu Lai.
Like flowers, but not flowers, they will spread all over the floor in the morning. 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 falling on the dust looks exquisite, leisurely and subconsciously lonely. The ancient dream that the world knows autumn is in these depths. Qiu Chan's faint lingering sound is a specialty of the north; Because there are trees everywhere in Beiping and the houses are low, you can hear them singing everywhere.
In the south, you have to go to the suburbs or the mountains to hear Qiu Chan's cry, which is like a cricket and a mouse in Beiping and a housefly that every household 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.
It rained a layer, the clouds gradually rolled to the west, the sky turned blue again, and the sun appeared again; Idle people in the city, wearing thick green cloth coats or jackets and biting their pipes, stood in the shade of the inclined bridge after the rain. When they meet acquaintances, they will say to each other with a slow tone and a little sigh, "Oh, it's really cold." This word is pronounced very high and dragged on for a long time. ) "Isn't it? A layer of autumn rain is cold! " Northerners always read array characters like layers of words, which are flat and even. This mispronounced rhyme is just right.
Fruit trees in the north are also a miracle for Qiu Lai. The first is jujube; It will grow up in the corner, on the wall, beside the toilet and at the door of the kitchen.
This is the heyday of autumn. Like olives and pigeon eggs, jujube trees show light green and yellow in small oval leaves. Jujube leaves fall, jujube is red, and there will be a northwest wind. Convenience in the north is a dusty world. Only these dates, persimmons and grapes ripen at the turn of July and August, which is a good day for clear autumn in the north and the best golden day of the year. Some critics say that China's bachelor of arts, especially poets, are full of decadent colors, so there are many words praising autumn in China's poems.
But what about foreign poets? Although I don't read many foreign poems and essays, and I don't want to write bills for autumn poems and essays, if you look through the collected works of poets in Britain, Germany, France, Italy and other countries, or the philosophy of peace in poetry and essays in various countries, you can always see a lot of praises and lamentations about autumn. There is always a part about autumn in the long pastoral poems or four seasons poems of famous great poets.
It is the best and the most interesting. It serves to show that sentient animals and interesting human beings can always cause deep, distant, severe and bleak feelings for autumn.
Not only a poet, but also a prisoner in prison. In autumn, I think I will feel a kind of affection that I can't have; Autumn belongs to people, so there is no country, let alone the difference between race and class. In China, there is an idiom "autumn scholar" in the text, and there are very common readers such as Ouyang Zi's Autumn Sound and Su Dongpo's Red Cliff Fu, so we feel that the relationship between China literati and autumn is particularly deep. However, the strong smell of autumn, especially in China, can only be felt in the north.
Autumn in the south, of course, also has its unique places, such as the bright moon on the Twenty-four Bridges, the autumn tide in Qiantang River, the cool fog in Putuo Mountain, the residual lotus in Lizhi Bay and so on. , but the color is not strong and the aftertaste is not lasting. Compared with Qiu Lai in the north, it is like yellow rice wine and dry rice, porridge and steamed bread, bass and crabs, yellow dogs and camels.
Autumn, autumn in the north, if I can stay, I would like to fold two-thirds of my life for a third of it. You can also go and have a look.
7. Autumn rain hit them in the face.
Piles of dark gray clouds hold the earth low. It's already late autumn, all the trees in the endless forest are bare, and the old tree stands gloomy and brown moss covers its wrinkles.
Ruthless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, and they had to wither and stand there bald. Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is fresh as dew.
The sky gives off a soft light, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to hear the song of a soaring lark, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wings of time. When it flies away, it will spread out for a while.
So dusk. The clear sky in late autumn is like an endless calm blue sea; Strong white light jumps in the air, just like microwaves on the sea; At the foot of the mountain, patches of sorghum are always swaying full heads, like fluctuating red water; However, the withered leaves painted the fields with withered colors.
What a beautiful autumn, here, it is no longer scorched earth and ashes, this is a prosperous country, Chung Shan Man and the wind are covered with red carpets. Korean pine covered with elastic skins is still alive, standing proudly on the high rocks, whistling in the valley and flying slowly in the rice fields in vain.
When the steep west wind brushes the sky higher and higher; When the stranger's child looks at the last south flying goose; When the boundless grass on the vast field is swaying and turning yellow-at this time, it is autumn, and it is the season when trees fall leaves. In the middle of the night after autumn, the moon goes down and the sun hasn't come out yet, leaving only a blue sky; Everything fell asleep except the things that traveled at night.
The dusk in late autumn always comes quickly, and the sun sets in the western hills before Shan Ye is dispersed by the evaporated water vapor of the sun. As a result, the blue wind in the valley, with a strong coolness, drove the white fog and wandered down the mountain; The shadow of the mountain peak fell on the village more quickly, and the shadow became thicker and thicker, gradually blending with the night, but it was quickly turned silver-gray by the moonlight candle.
The moon, which is not round, gradually rises to the sky. A transparent gray cloud, lightly covering the moonlight, seems to be a wisp of light smoke in the field, as if falling into a dream.
After the sunset glow passed, the smoke in the fields disappeared, and the water was as clear as light, washing the soft autumn night. One autumn night, the sky in Gao Lu was thick, and a crescent moon hung quietly on the southwest horizon.
The cold moon shines on the earth, so dark, but the stars in the galaxy are getting brighter and brighter. In the dense and boundless fields of sorghum, corn and millet, the songs are accompanied by the chirping of autumn insects, accompanied by occasional accompaniment, and the ground-blowing Weng blows the cold eggplant intermittently.
Willow branches hang quietly on the side of the road, and the shadows cover the winding path of weeds. ..... The moon came up, but the clouds covered half of it, hiding in the cracks in the trees far away, like a country girl, shy.
People used to say, "However, before she started coming towards us, we shouted and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us." That's one o'clock The clouds are getting thicker and thicker. Let him go. He is too lazy to care about it.
But I think, if it's autumn night, it's not bad to blow a little west wind. Although it is not a real pine tree, you should listen to the rushing "Tao" sound.
The west wind will naturally not come. Before going to bed, we put two or three candles in the middle of the hall.
The timid flame was overwhelmed by the big roof. We looked at each other by candlelight, as if covered with smoke.
It is as dark as the sea outside. Only a few barks from far and near tell us that we are still in this world.
Blue sky. Late autumn, spotless, crystal clear. Clouds are reflected on the clear Jialing River; The microwave of fish scales and the green river water add color to the clouds, which is particularly gorgeous.
On a cool and sunny autumn night, the bright red Mars in the starry sky adds a lot of luster and interest to us. Recently, after eight o'clock every night, Mars rises from the horizon in the southeast.
It is brighter than any star in the nearby sky. No matter where you are, it is easy to find it. The fallen leaves in the north render a tragic atmosphere! The fallen leaves are dyed golden yellow or even scarlet.
The first thing that may fall is just two pieces, like a golden butterfly with two broken souls. But then, there was a golden red shower.
Then, a golden red carpet was laid under the tree. On this carpet, the iron is cast like that. Bare and scattered trunks and branches pierce the high blue sky and faint clouds.
Fruit trees in the north are also a miracle for Qiu Lai. The first is jujube; It will grow up in the corner, on the wall, beside the toilet and at the door of the kitchen.
This is the heyday of autumn. Jujubes are like olives and pigeon eggs, showing light green and yellowish colors in small oval leaves. Jujube leaves fall, jujube is red, and there will be a northwest wind. The locust tree in the northland is also an ornament that can remind people of Qiu Lai.
The falling core that looks like a flower but is not a flower will scatter all over the floor in the morning. When you step on it, there is no sound, no smell, only a little tiny and soft touch.
Qiu Chan's faint lingering sound is a specialty of the north; Because there are trees everywhere in Beiping and the houses are low, you can hear them singing everywhere. In the south, you have to go to the suburbs or mountains to hear it.
Qiu Chan's cries are like crickets and mice in Beiping, and like roundworms that every household keeps at home.
8. A good sentence to describe autumn In July of the lunar calendar, the wind blows and the rain blows. It rained for a long time, so it was a little cold. Cool and melancholy rain, lonely mood swings with the wind. Gazing in the rain, I saw Lin and Haitang red. Open in July, scattered in the rain. It's windy and rainy in July, and fog clouds are transpiration. Try to soak in the breeze on the shelf, I'm afraid autumn has entered the building. Autumn chrysanthemum is full of dry columns, and Chinese rose begonia is red. Look for flowers in the forest and see violets in the wind and rain. Lotus leaves are sold, and the wind is blue and the waves are worried about the west wind.
If you don't pay attention to the autumn wind, you will get osmanthus. At that time, the wind will calm the rain and the western sky will show a sunset glow. Thousands of rivers turn into thousands of streams, and Hongfeng solitary village comes in a few lines. Light smoke, old trees, deep water and shallow autumn sounds in the mountains at night. Autumn is deep and late, with clouds and smoke. The old phoenix tree shakes its leaves when it is old, but it knows that the afterglow of autumn night is only a short glow.
Autumn is autumn, and the sky is full of sunset. Holding a cup of fragrant tea, sitting quietly in the afterglow of the sunset, watching the western world dye red. Look at the running water crossing the bridge. It is gentle and long, and I don't know where it will flow. The water drops between the flowers in the forest are crystal clear, and I feel that the wind destroys the flowers and the forest is sparse, which hurts tenderness and weakness. Canhua quietly went with the waves, breaking her heart and losing her smile. The distant autumn wind does not look back, and the light water flows forever. It's like ideas are flowing and spreading.