Look at the calendar, August 7th in beginning of autumn. I can't help but sigh, "I didn't feel the dream of spring grass in the pond, and the leaves in front of the steps were autumn." How time flies!
It seems that the season has changed from light yellow to deep red, turquoise and then dyed into light yellow in an instant, and the golden sunshine has become softer. The vegetation is ripe in autumn, and there is a breath of summer in the hysterical cicada singing.
Deep in time, have you started looking forward to autumn?
The sky is high and the clouds are light. Everything is in a hurry to prepare for autumn. Everything is fine, gradually clear, immersed in the scenery. The sweltering heat diluted by the season has already presented a bright picture frame, as if suddenly, it feels that autumn is just around the corner.
This afternoon, the sun is still very warm, warm fragrance and warm heart come together, which makes time and my heart feel warm. This is the breath of autumn!
I like autumn and always want to do something about it. So, what should be done? What attitude should I use to welcome autumn?
The first cup of tea in August is dedicated to autumn, and the first chapter of the first book in August is to be read in autumn. If I write about my mood, I think I should express a calm and poetic light and shadow in the years, focusing on the changes of every grass and tree, and my story just melts into autumn.
I always feel that something has been forgotten. Is it the past? Do you feel sad because you see fallen leaves?
Autumn leaves are the standard of autumn. Is winged life really falling or being reborn? Who can make it clear? I only know that it is the dance of life and the scenery of autumn.
I think this is a beautiful story about life. It comes from nature and is the will of life. It dances alone in this secular world and then leaves silently.
When I picked up a fallen leaf, the plain paper and ink on the case seemed to be printed with the whiteness of white clouds. I was reluctant to put the fallen leaf in, for fear of folding it into melancholy wings.
When the fallen leaves were placed on plain paper and plated with golden leaves, they also fulfilled their mission. The calm appearance makes everyone feel good, while those dark yellow ones light up the fleeting time. The scenery has changed, and life has become itself, and finally the rest of my life is quiet. This is the best life.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, when the morning bell is ringing, I am always impatient, or because the continuous rain has made me sad, the rain has stopped, and it is high-temperature cooking, which makes people irritable and irritable.
However, I thought it would be cold in autumn. Although the temperature is still high, with the autumn wind as a prelude, the impetuous atmosphere has subsided a lot.
The ancients didn't cheat me. Seasons are seasons. When the season comes, it really works. Just like this sunny day, on the threshold of the transition between summer and autumn, we have already felt that the climate is deliberately weakening, when it is cool, it is hot, when it rains, it is sunny, and it balances a suitable state.
In life, sometimes it's a little strange. Why are all the azaleas bought at the beginning of the year in bloom now? I love growing flowers, except for a few pots of green plants, which are all very good.
But for this pot of azaleas, I love it very much, and I have always taken care of it. I spray the vein with a watering can every day, water it once every three to five times, and put it in the sunny place on the balcony to take good care of it.
In the past, the leaves fell off after the azaleas bloomed, but this pot is different. It has been growing well, new leaves have been sprouting, but now it is blooming.
How amazing, I think it's a little strange, but why should it be strange? Life doesn't need to be complicated, just grow up quietly in time in the way you like, and express your feelings with life. No matter what season, you should have your own quiet and enthusiasm.
If you have nothing in your heart, it is not complicated. If it is simpler, people will be safe. Just like the disturbance of the world, it is full of unknowns and uncertainties.
There must be something I don't understand, is it the persistence of life or the poetry of inner drunkenness, and I haven't completely obeyed the human fireworks?
Perhaps, that secluded window, that ordinary piece of paper, hides secrets, and that pot of azaleas hides indisputable clouds and water. I should see the natural scenery here. Look at the mountains, the water and the flowers, be docile and be charitable.
Time is short, and it is enough to go through complexity. In fact, mountains and rivers have their own feelings, and you and I only care about the hardships. Life is endless, and I am swallowed up in the silence of time in an instant Murray. If the heart is full of sunshine and grateful for the past, then no matter what season, you can live a gentle and quiet life, which is what the soul should look like.
It's autumn now, and the scenery outside changes freely. You don't need to guess with your head. Let them follow nature and the beauty of life.
And we'd better sleep in a flower, breathe in the morning breeze, be quiet in the dew, and hope to hang on the branches of a bustling tree, but grow inch by inch in mottled light and shadow.
Still water and autumn clouds, autumn water and long sky, a life can keep the flowers in the heart in full bloom all the time, even if there is no thought, the green, cool, dark yellow and warm swaying in the wind will be clear between the eyebrows.
Sit down and make a pot of tea. All along, I like this quiet time, accompanied by the shadow of the half window, a wisp of fragrant tea, a peaceful mind, soft and quiet time.
What makes me more happy is the autumn when the greenery falls gently. Just a look, a low eyebrow, has made people know how to cherish the twilight years.
"A boat full of autumn colors, covered with ten miles of lake light." The gentle breeze, the faint streamer and the faint autumn should be very light and beautiful. Let's wait and see.
"The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface." Then, when autumn comes, all the rivers are full of rivers. Let's float on the river of time like a fallen leaf, hold a lake of autumn water in our arms, forget the hustle and bustle of the world, abandon the vastness of the smoke, enjoy the peace of life with a heart like water, and be quiet and stable in the autumn wind.
And such quietness is the poetry of autumn, the secret hidden in life and the permanent home of peace of mind and happiness.