Tung leaves are light green, Hsinchu is green, and the newly sprouted grass is yellow-green. Or those old trees.
Green, and the tender green of vines, is the prosperity of a mountain. I walk slowly, I walk on the green land, I walk.
Between green, I walk under green, green is in my room, and I am in green.
-Zhang Xiaofeng's "Magic Season"
The autumn colors in Beijing, the first thing that comes to mind is always the red leaves of Xiangshan. I remember when the mountains were in full swing. In the sun, red beats like a flame. Two or three friends, riding Xiao Lv's laughter and hoofbeat, walked through the mountains along the winding path. The richness and tranquility of autumn blend evenly and penetrate into pores every year. Later, when the donkey disappeared, the road was much smoother, and we could walk happily halfway up the mountain together. If you walk on the edge of Shuangqing, after several years of mountain roads and steep steps, a large golden zone will appear in front of you, especially several big trees. Now I think of it as ginkgo. The thick leaves of the tree are all yellow, scattered from the treetops to the ground, so wet and yellow, as if the autumn harvest were gathered there. It makes people feel that this is the tone of autumn.
-Zong Pu's Autumn Rhyme
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 (1), the willow shadows in Diaoyutai (2), the insects in Xishan (3), the jathyapple in Yuquan (4) and the bells in Tanzhe Temple (5). Even if you don't go out in Beiping, you can rent a rafter (6) dilapidated 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.
-Yu Dafu's Autumn in the Old Capital is taken from Yu Dafu's prose collection.
The victory of the Rocky Mountains lies in stones and snow. Those jagged rocks overlap and depend on each other, creating a thrilling sculpture exhibition for the sun and wind thousands of miles away. White and illusory snow, cold and clear, endless momentum makes people feel hard to breathe, cold and sour. However, to appreciate the state of "clouds, when I look back, just behind me, fog, when I entered them, it was gone", you still have to come to China. The humidity in Taiwan Province Province is very high, which is the most ambiguous. I stayed at the head of the stream for two nights. The trees were fragrant and the cold hit my elbow at night. I slept like a fairy, resting on overlapping mountain shadows and endless rest. It rained all night in the mountains and woke up the next morning. In the primitive silence where the rising sun did not rise, I ventured into the secret of the forest, walked all the way up the mountain through the broken branches on the ground and the trickling rain, facing the cold all night. The mountain at the head of the stream is dense with trees and dense fog. The lush water vapor rises from the bottom of the Ran Ran, sometimes thick and sometimes light, and the transpiration changes. We can only see the hidden peaks and valleys at a glance from the open space where the fog breaks through the clouds, and it is almost impossible to have a panoramic view. Go up the mountain at least twice, and you can only play hide-and-seek with Xitoufeng in the white.
-Yu Guangzhong's "Listening to the Cold Rain" is taken from Yu Guangzhong's classic works.
5 You may have kissed those petals in your dream, but now you must create the first box of lotus smoke velvet purple in Yao Huang's prestige in your imagination ... Imagine the colorful auspicious clouds reflected by peony in the flowering period over Luoyang City; Imagine peony flowers trembling in the breeze and night dew; Imagine that trees and houses are dyed red with flowers; Imagine the grand occasion of "Flowers bloom for 20 days, and the city is crazy" in Luoyang City, which lasted for more than 1000 years.
In fact, you don't like peony for a long time. Because it is always worshipped as wealth. Later, you witnessed a peony falling, and you believe that all people will be moved by it: a breeze in Xu Lai, the delicate peony suddenly fell down, and the gorgeous petals were scattered all over the floor. The petals are still bright when they fall to the ground, like the feathers of a big bird being offered to the altar and leaving with a heroic elegy. When the peony does not wither, it either shines on the branches or belongs to the soil. It spans withering and aging, dies from youth and disappears from beauty. Although it is beautiful, it does not spare life. Even if it says goodbye, it will leave a thrilling taste for the last time.
-Zhang Kangkang's "Peony Rejected" is taken from "Peony Rejected"
But the snow in Jiangnan is always fresh. It is a beautiful and short-lived epiphyllum that blooms in winter in the south of the Yangtze River. Therefore, people in the south of the Yangtze River always go to see the snow with the feeling of enjoying flowers, and feel extremely novel about Shan Ye, which suddenly turned white overnight. Even if you are a northerner, you may have different feelings about the snow in the south of the Yangtze River. Because of the snow here, it is tender, like the fluff of chicks of chickens and ducklings, lightly covered in Shan Ye. With the touch of the sun, they are reluctant to part with it, and will dissolve into clear water drops, washing out new green on the soil.
-Gu Qingsheng's "Snowfall in the South of the Yangtze River"
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