Celebrity articles about autumn 1. "Autumn in the Old Capital" Author: No matter where Yu Dafu is, autumn is always good; 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; Wearing thick green shirts or jackets, idle people in the city bite their pipes and walk up and stand under the bridge in the shadow of the oblique bridge after the rain. When they meet acquaintances, they will use a slow tone and say with a sigh:
"Oh, it's 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.
Celebrity articles about autumn II. Autumn Night Author: Lu Xun is in my backyard, you can see two trees outside the wall, one is jujube, the other is jujube.
The night sky overhead is strange and high. I have never seen such a strange and high sky in my life. It seems that he is going to leave this world, so that people will never see it on their backs again. But now it's blue, shining with dozens of stars' eyes and cold. He laughed off his quarrel as if he thought it was meaningful and sprinkled countless frost on the wild flowers and plants in my garden.
I still don't know what the real names of those flowers and plants are and what people call them. I remember a small pink flower, which is still in bloom, but smaller. In the cold air at night, she timidly dreamed of the arrival of spring and autumn. She dreamed that the thin poet wiped tears on her last petal and told her that although autumn came, winter came, and then spring, butterflies flew around and bees sang the word spring. She went on laughing, and though her face was red with cold, she still winced.
Jujube trees, they just lost all their leaves. In the past, one or two children came to beat the dates left by others, but now none of them are left, even the leaves have fallen off. He knows the dream of little pink flowers, and when autumn goes, there will be spring. He also knows that the dream of falling leaves returning to their roots is after spring or autumn. He lost almost all the leaves, leaving only qianzi. However, he took off the arc when the tree was full of fruits and lush foliage, and he was very comfortable. However, a few branches are still low, protecting the skin injury he got from the tip of the jujube pole, while the straightest and longest branches have been silently stabbing the strange and high sky like a subway, making the sky blink; Stabbed the full moon in the sky, making the moon pale with embarrassment.
The sky in which ghosts blink is getting bluer and bluer, and more and more uneasy, as if to leave this world and avoid jujube trees, leaving only the moon. However, the moon also sneaked to the east. Qianzi, who has nothing, still silently stabs at the strange and lofty sky like a subway, bent on killing him, no matter how many pairs of bewitched eyes he has.
Wow, a bad bird that swims at night flies by.
I suddenly heard laughter in the middle of the night and ate all over the floor. It seems that I don't want to disturb the sleeping people, but the air around me should smile. In the middle of the night, there is no one else. I immediately recognized the voice in my mouth, and I was immediately driven away by laughter and returned to my room. The ribbon of the lamp was immediately turned over by me.
The rear window glass clanged, and many small flying insects bumped around. Soon after, a few came in, probably from a hole in the enough paper. I bumped into the glass lampshade as soon as I came in. One crashed into it from above, so I met a fire. I thought the fire was real. Two or three of them leaned against the paper cover of the lamp and gasped. The cover was just changed last night. It is made of snow-white paper, folded with wavy lines and painted with a scarlet gardenia in one corner.
When the scarlet gardenia blooms, the jujube tree will dream of a small pink flower, which will bend into an arc. I heard laughter in the middle of the night; I quickly stopped thinking and looked at the little caterpillar wrapped in white paper, with a big head and a small tail, as big as a sunflower, only half a grain of wheat, and the color of the whole body was lovely and pitiful.
I yawned, lit a cigarette, exhaled smoke, and silently paid tribute to these green and exquisite heroes in front of the lamp.
Celebrities describe autumn The third article "Autumn in Jinan" Author: Lao She's 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.
The realm of poetry must have mountains and waters. Then, please look at Jinan. Mountains with different colors, different directions and different heights are more and more different in autumn. From the color point of view, the pine trees on the mountainside are blue-black, and with the oblique light in autumn, blue-black is darker than gray and lighter than black, which casts a yellow shadow on the yellow grass next to it. The foothills are covered with all kinds of stripes, some yellow, some gray, some green, and some look pale pink and purple. The color of the top of the mountain also changes with the movement of the sun. It doesn't matter if the color of the top of the mountain is different. What really makes people want to write a few poems is the color on the mountainside. The colors on the mountainside always change there, especially in autumn, when the sun suddenly turns cold and warm. This change is not intense, but the color on the mountain felt this change and changed immediately. Suddenly, yellow is more real, and suddenly, the color is darker. Suddenly, it looks like an invisible fog flowing there. Suddenly, like a breeze, it mixed colors for "nature" and gently painted a layer of various colors, all of which were light and beautiful. There are such mountains, plus blue sky and bright sunshine; Blue seems to be changing from blue to green, but it is not completely green; Sunny, warm as spring, but a little cold, as gentle as poetry; It's autumn in Jinan. And because of the different colors, the height of the mountain is more obvious. The higher the high, the lower the low. The angular curve of the mountain is more real, clearer and thinner under clear sky. Look at that tower on the top of the mountain!
Look at the water again. In terms of quantity, quality and form, where is the water better than Jinan? There are springs-there are springs everywhere-there are rivers and lakes, which are divided by shape. Whether it is spring water, river or lake, it is so clear and sweet. Alas, Jinan is the "natural" sweetheart, right? The summer camellias in Daming Lake and the green willows along the Hecheng River are naturally beautiful. But the water depends on the autumn water. There are mountains and waters in autumn in Jinan. This autumn is an autumn, because the autumn god lives in Jinan. Let's talk about the green algae in the water. I'm afraid nothing can compare with that kind of green except the green in God's heart. This bright green is revealed by the clarity of water, as if a beauty appreciates her beauty through a mirror. Yes, these green algae enjoy the sweetness of water by themselves, not for anyone. They know their little green troubles. They are there all year round, kissing Shui Pi and dreaming green dreams. Naughty duck, touch it with golden sole once or twice. The shadows of Huan women kiss their green leaves once or twice. It's just that this is their sweet trouble. I envy the poet!
In autumn, water is as cool as the blue sky. There are some white clouds in the sky and some waves on the water. Between Tianshui and Tianshui, there is clear and warm air with a little osmanthus fragrance. Mountain shadows are also more real. Autumn mountains and autumn waters kissed the illusion. When the mountain is still, the water is quiet. The medieval old city, with this autumn sound, is Jinan, not poetry.