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.
2. Autumn in Jinan-Lao She, a modern novelist in China.
Autumn in Jinan is poetic. Suppose in your fantasy there is a medieval ancient city, a sleeping tower, a narrow ancient stone road, a broad stone wall, a clear stream flowing around the city, reflecting the mountain shadow, and a little girl in red robe and green pants squatting on the shore. If such a realm is in your fantasy, it is a Jinan. If you can't imagine-many people can't imagine-please come to Jinan and have a look.
Please come in autumn. That city, that river, that ancient road and that mountain shadow are all prepared for you all year round. However, coupled with the autumn colors in Jinan, Jinan has changed from a simple painting to a quiet and beautiful poem. This poetic autumn color of Qiu Guang is unique to Jinan.
God gave the art of summer to Switzerland, the West Lake in spring and Jinan in autumn and winter. Autumn and winter are inseparable. It is winter when you fall asleep in autumn. God didn't want it to wake up suddenly, so he gave it to Jinan as a favor.
3. Dove-Hu Shi
Clouds are light and the sky is high. What a late autumn weather!
There is a flock of pigeons playing in the air.
Look at them in twos and threes, going back and forth,
Iraq seems to have a profound meaning, and suddenly turns over, reflecting the sunshine and lining the white sky. It's beautiful!
4. Autumn morning? Yu Yu Yu
Farewell, starry night
I have suffered from the bitter sin that holy water is hard to wash.
You stepped on my back.
Welcome, Shu Dong, you are alive again!
At this last moment, I opened my eyes.
Holding the feet of the sun in both hands, watching the leaves tremble and dance, listening to the sound of the city.
Until you cry with joy!
5. The smell of autumn-Lin Yutang, a famous modern writer in China.
In autumn dusk, sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigarette, watching the red light under the white ash of cigarette butts, slightly revealing the heating, the mood in my heart will follow the blue smoke, as relaxed and free.
In the blink of an eye, the smoke turned into wisps and slowly disappeared. At that moment, my heart was depressed, so I didn't say the mood at that time, just the mood at that time.
When I want to strike another match and light a cigar that has been lit three or four times, I can't light it because there is too much white ash. I just played it gently, and the soot quietly landed on the copper stove. It is as silent as I write on paper with a brush at this time, and there is no sound at all.