You also laughed at the waves of the years in the cry of autumn wind.
You are like a victory flag fluttering in the wind, and there are your sad chapters in the landscape.
In the erosion of wind, frost and rain, there are also feelings of your love.
You are like a burning red flame.
Even though life is old, the story falls.
You make your autumn full of fire, but your heart is red and your love is like fire.
You wait for winter fairy tales with your thoughts, and you use your charm and connotation.
You used the romance and youth of the trees to leave an infinite attachment to autumn.
Looking forward to colorful spring.
Who got the maple leaves drunk?
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In the morning, I took a walk in the Hilton Forest in the northern suburb of Sydney. Walking out of the forest path, I saw that the maple trees on the roadside began to dye red in different shades, and I was fascinated by the scenery before me. The small valley on the edge of this forest is dotted with red maple everywhere among evergreen trees, which makes the surrounding dense green forest more lush and makes the whole valley more beautiful.
I remember when I was a teenager, I sat alone on the boulder in Longmen on the other side of Chaotianmen, Chongqing, and read The West Chamber by the river. I was attracted by the beautiful poems in the book, and I was addicted to the poetry in the book for most of the day. Decades have passed and many beautiful poems have been forgotten in the years. Only the two poems in The West Chamber, "Who is intoxicated in the maple forest at dawn always makes people cry", I still remember, probably because I appreciate the pictures described in the poem too much.
Maple leaves sung by ancient poets have mostly left a sad color in my mind. "Wan Li sees the wild goose wind in the sky, and the autumn heart sighs. The mountains farther away are still there, and the pieces of red maple books are intimate." The ancients once called Ling Feng Maple Leaf, also known as Acacia Leaf. Li Yu misses the mountains and rivers of his old country, looking at "one heavy mountain, two mountains", but sighing that "the mountains are far away and the sky is high, the smoke is Shui Han, and the lovesickness maple leaves are Dan." Those literati who chant maple leaves are always covered with a sentimental atmosphere. In the face of "frosty night", some people can only "worry about sleeping while fishing". They can't help feeling that "there are maple trees on Zhanjiang River, which are thousands of miles away and hurt spring" in the autumn wind at dusk. The red leaves raised infinite sadness and made them heartache. How many times do maple leaves miss each other? In their eyes, red leaves are dyed with the blood and tears of acacia. "Red leaves with frost, drunk all day long, drunk to the depths, falling." The falling red leaves are a portrayal of some poets' bumpy lives.
In fact, the red leaves all over the mountain are an intoxicating picture worthy of praise, but they are stained with sentimental colors by those sentimental poets. When the air is crisp in autumn, people can be seen walking together in China, Japan and Canada, the country of maple leaves, enjoying the scenery of red leaves all over the mountains. In the eyes of many people, red leaves are the embodiment of beauty, the symbol of maturity, the hymn of harvest and the crystallization of thoughts, and some people regard them as the symbol of childlike innocence. Seeing the red maple leaves all over the mountain, people will certainly exclaim that "frost leaves are redder than February flowers"!
The intoxicating picture of red leaves is still in my heart, and I saw it in miyaluo Mountain in northwest Sichuan. At that time, I was a teenager and carefree. I follow my radio station director every day, riding horses, singing and taking the radio station with me. I often go back and forth between Aba and langmusi, Gansu and Sichuan grasslands. Once, we passed a place called miyaluo, in a vast deep mountain canyon hidden in the grassland of northwest Sichuan, where there were five-pointed maples everywhere. In autumn, the maple forest is dyed into gorgeous rosy clouds and falls into the valley. We often ride through several hills adjacent to the grassland in the canyon and look around as much as possible. Under the endless blue sky, the grassland in Huang Chengcheng, Ma Pingchuan, the glittering and translucent gurgling water and the endless red maple leaves set each other off, forming a touching and magnificent picture.
Many years ago, a friend in Suzhou told me that the red leaves of Tianping Mountain, not far from Suzhou, are the most magical in the world. Tian Ping maple, known as multicolored maple, has triangular goose-like leaves and bright colors. Maple leaves are like colorful butterflies, flying in the red clouds. Surrounded by the auspicious light in the mountains, it is like a fairyland. That's where Fan Zhongyan once lived. It's a treasure house of outstanding people and deep exploration. Although I have been to Suzhou many times, I haven't been able to meet the maple leaf season, which is a pity so far.
Fortunately, when I traveled to Canada later, I came across the beautiful scenery of colorful maple forests described by my friends. That year, we got off the plane from Toronto airport and drove to scarborough, passing through the valley of York, only to see the maple trees everywhere dyed red, even the clear sky was dyed red. Scarborough is a relatively concentrated area of Chinese in Toronto. We stayed in a small hotel called Ge Aijing. The beauty of red leaves can't be missed. I often take time to go out and look at the red leaves. There are many kinds of maple trees in scarborough, including big maple leaves and small maple leaves. There are different shades of color, some are yellow and some are purple. On the forest path, red leaves are flying in the air, and the ground is covered with colorful maple leaves. When you step on it, it will make a sound.
That morning, I came to a beautifully built white wooden house. I saw a snow-white Persian cat crouching behind a glass window, staring at the soaring maple leaf. It looks like a Suzhou Shuang Mianxiu artwork in a frame. I admire the master's ingenuity in arranging the furnishings and go forward to appreciate it. Persian cat's shining eyes suddenly turned to me and whispered twice, showing a welcome look. It turned out to be a living Persian cat. At this moment, the master heard a voice. When I saw that I was from China, I was greeted politely and invited to visit at will. He has a spacious garden. At the entrance, all kinds of small and exquisite sculptures are lifelike. On the flower bed, there stands a statue of a boy and a girl snuggling together. They raised their arms and seemed to point to some red maple trees deep in the garden. Looking down, maple trees are colorful, some are red in green, some are yellow in red, some are purple, and what is more charming is the golden leaves, which shine like gold foil. In the backyard, there are some maple trees as red as fire. Looking from the fence of the house, there is a large maple forest behind the house. Maple trees of all sizes are flying with colorful leaves. After first frost, the color of maple leaves became mottled. As my friend described, maple leaves are colorful. Under the sunlight, due to the different light and dark directions, the pigment of maple leaves is very different. In the picture with red tone, those maple leaves with red, purple and golden color and deep red are the most vivid. Watching the autumn wind blowing leaves, dancing like butterflies, dazzling everywhere like colorful clouds. This situation is faintly visible.
I think the current map of Sydney's red leaves is more beautiful and interesting. In Sydney, which is evergreen all year round, there is no northland wind and frost, only vigorous vitality. Before our eyes, among the lush green leaves, there is a piece of red maple, which is as delicate as the bride's drunken face. Maple Leaf, it was Xia Hong who dressed for you that day. You embody the hope of spring, the glory of summer and the harvest of autumn. You are as warm as fire and as beautiful as flowers! You are clamoring, exultation and dancing in the wind, as if playing a beautiful hymn, praising the peaceful and beautiful earth and colorful life. Your flying red leaves have entrusted our overseas wanderers with endless thoughts, drifted to the homeland where we were raised, and brought our thoughts and blessings to a distant and beautiful land. ...
Today, the maple leaf is drunk, and my heart is even more drunk.
"The West Chamber": "The sky is blue, the ground is yellow, and the west wind is tight. The geese fly south. Whoever gets drunk in the frost forest at dawn always makes people cry. "
Shan Hai Jing: "The Yellow Emperor killed Chiyou in Lishan, abandoned his machinery and turned it into a maple tree."
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Maple Leaf in Qiu Jin Dialect
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the breeze is slow, which makes Chiba, the hometown of maple leaves, red. This is the most exciting and poetic season of the year.
"Clear frost drunk maple leaves, light moon hidden reed flowers", red leaves have long been poetic. The maple forest is dyed red, the geese fly south, the figure grows longer, the birds are intoxicated and the red leaves are fluttering. Autumn in Benxi county has a poetic temperament, and the red leaves all over the mountains are a perfect and elegant lyric poem in the hometown of maple leaves; A thrilling landscape painting; Touching flute melody.
Maple leaves are like wine. When the frost was clear and the fog was cold, all the trees fell, all the flowers withered, and the maple leaves began to shine in the frosty wind. The trees on the hillside are full of red, and the colors are gorgeous like Xia, which makes people have endless reverie. A night of frost clearing, a night of cold fog and a night of west wind make a cup of autumn crisp wine. Maple, tallow and cotinum coggygria are everywhere. Like children who don't understand the world, they secretly drink this thick autumn wine in the dark. When they wake up one night, they are still swaying in the branches. The leaves that are about to fly are so red. The drunken red leaves, lying awkwardly and feebly on the chest of Lao Song, really responded to a poem by Yang Wanli, "Xiaofeng stole wine all night, but she was drunk." At this time, you take two bottles of 200-year-old Tieshanshan wine, go to Guanmen Mountain and Yanghugou with your friends to enjoy the maple, listen to the autumn wind rustling in Yu Di, play Autumn Moon in the Han Palace, murmur the mountain stream and sing "The sky is high and the clouds are light", and you will feel that life is so comfortable!
Maple leaves are like fire. The frost is clear and the fog is cool. In the autumn wind, the red leaves are all over the mountain, the clouds are steaming and the clouds are brilliant, and the leaves are bright as fire. The red leaves fluttering in the wind are as red as flowers, as red as clouds, as red as fire, as red as passion, as red as emotion and as red as heartbeat, which is the most charming warm color in Cold Qiu Li. No wonder that romantic Ma Zhiyuan wants to bring wine and invite beautiful women to "burn red leaves with soju" under the mangrove forest. At sunset, saturated red leaves fall all over the mountain stream, and patches of red leaves float on the blue water. The red leaves and white clouds reflected in the water slowly flow away, and time passes in the contrast between red and white; In the west wind, the flying red leaves enthusiastically filled the steps, and the red leaves had a long and wonderful staircase, which seemed to show the passing of Qiu Guang and the evaporation of life in a gorgeous way. Isn't the red leaves flying all over the sky a warm interpretation of the meaning of life?
Maple leaf is the medium. When the red leaves are fluttering, people's deep affection for the red leaves is fascinating. It is said that one night in Tang Xizong, Yu You, a bachelor, was walking outside the wall of the Forbidden City. When all the trees fell and the autumn wind rustled, he saw the red leaves floating in the imperial ditch. He picked up a red leaf from the water and accidentally found a poem on it: "Why is the running water too urgent?"? The palace is full of leisure. If you are diligent and thank Hongye, you will win the world. " As a result, Yu Youren got up and found an inscription on a maple leaf: "I heard that there is red resentment on the leaf. Who sent the poem on that leaf?" Put it in the imperial ditch and return disappointed. "After the emperor put 3,000 maids into the palace, he was sent to marry, and the maid-in-waiting Han married Yu You." Both of them showed their red leaves and cried in surprise, thinking they were a perfect match. The flaming maple leaves float on the clear water, which is a sad note of Yongheng Zhang and beauty, full of eternal feelings, full of romantic feelings, the loyalty of geese flying south, and the eternity of high clouds and light sky. For thousands of years, "Poems on Red Leaves" has made people have an infinite affection for red leaves, appreciate every red leaf, talk with every red leaf, communicate with nothingness, and taste a kind of harmony, loyalty and magic.
The sigh of red leaves. Li Yu's "One heavy mountain, two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the fireworks are cold, and he misses Ye Dan", which is the poet's long-term yearning for red leaves, and the red leaves in Sichuan have attracted several lines of "tears". Autumn wind blows red leaves and the old year. Autumn leaves are red in the year, and life is getting older. Autumn leaves that are red year after year are lost time. A day of autumn wind. The autumn wind goes through the forest and doesn't stay for anyone. Like a day that never stops. It just dyes the autumn leaves red and its head white. The days are like beautiful fireworks. The red leaves turn red and purple in the autumn wind, and I get drunk year after year, dreaming poetic dreams year after year, just like Qiu Meng of Yu Dafu: "In autumn, I would like to fold two-thirds of my life into one-third."
In autumn, the red leaves stand proudly in the cold fog of first frost with the attitude of phoenix dance for nine days, showing the charm of long and simple years, pursuing intoxicating hope and plain love, and looking for the enthusiasm and selfless detachment of life.