Morning glory vines are everywhere, and small purple waves have been hitting my window until it suddenly closes.
Sunlight is dazzling white, like tin, like many glowing metals. Which wise ancient man remembered it with a wooden spring?
Taking gold as autumn? We like the green color of wood, but how can we not admire the brilliance of metal?
By the way, you can feel it even with your eyes closed. In the clouds, on reeds, on bamboos everywhere,
In the wind full of valleys, it fluttered down like this.
In our city, if the summer is too long, the autumn scenery will inevitably appear later. But autumn will never be confused.
Confusion-this hard and clear metal season. Let's recognize it from the cool breeze, let's recognize it from the newly cut grass fragrance.
Go get it.
This is the 25th autumn in my life, but I am still very excited. As a poet said.
"Still superstitious about beauty."
Yes, when the fiftieth autumn comes, I'm afraid I'll still be so obsessed with beauty.
At that time, in Nanjing, I just started to remember some fragmentary things, and a beautiful village often appeared in the picture.
I quietly walked away from the adults and sat alone on the grass. The plane leaves began to fall, fall,
A lot of mysterious beauty fell into my heart together. I was suddenly confused, and my mind could hardly bear it.
This excitement. I just picked up a fallen leaf in confusion. The leaves are yellow-brown and curved, like a small one, carrying a dream.
On the boat, there are two beautiful buttonwood trees on one side of the boat. Every time there is a gust of wind, I shuttle through the rain of fallen leaves and pick it up.
Buttonwood trees from one place to another. There must be one or two buttonwood trees that I didn't pick up sprouting on the grass, right? Twenty years, I
I seem to hear the distant west wind and leaves rustling in the wind. I can still see those ships carrying dreams sailing.
On the grassland, sailing in the hope of a seed.
I remember that evening on the small balcony, and at the end of my sight was an ancient city wall. In the double desolation of dusk and autumn,
I often wonder who added desolation to the flute. I like this sad beauty, inexplicably so. Little uncle
I once walked all the way to the wall. Those mottled stones and overgrown grass make me feel indescribable.
Looking at Xin Jiaxuan's ci from small to large, I always feel that gloomy and sad artistic conception is familiar. What am I familiar with?
Where are the words? What I am familiar with is the autumn colors of ancient Nanjing.
Later, when I arrived in Liuzhou, the city was full of mountains and trees. Walking in the street, there is always the smell of orange pomelo on both sides. school
There is a mountain ahead, which I always thought was a hundred thousand mountains in geography textbooks. In autumn, the mountains are clear and small.
The yellow and blue sky appears higher.
"Yuanyuan," I asked my companion in awe. "You preach our art teacher Gong can draw?
This mountain? "
"Yes, he can."
"Of course, of course," she cried eagerly. "It's a pity that he broke his hand playing basketball recently, otherwise it would be all over.
He can paint in Liuzhou and all over the world. "
There was a long silence.
"Is it true?"
"Really, of course."
I looked at her and then at the mountain, the sacred, beautiful and deep autumn mountain.
"No, it's impossible." I suddenly said with certainty, "He can't draw, certainly not."
I don't remember how the debate ended that day. That girl Yuan Yuan and I have broken up.
More than ten years. If I can see it again, I will still insist on it like that.
No one can draw a mountain like that, no one can.
Yuanyuan, what about you? Do you admit it now? I met a girl named Yuanyuan the year before last, so I was anxious to ask her.
She smiled and said that she didn't remember whether she had lived in Liuzhou. Then she's not you. No one can forget Liuzhou,
No one can forget the lush, heavy and golden mountain.
The days were exhausted by the west wind, and a series of metallic days were accompanied by happy jingles. Finally, when people grow up, they will
After learning Autumn Songs, I will ride a bicycle and imagine Lu Fangweng's feeling of "listening to the autumn wind with all his ears".
Travel in autumn, as usual, there are glowing memories in the photo album. I still remember that time, when I came back from swimming, I sat on a tour bus.
"Which season do you like best?" I asked Ji.
"Autumn." She simply replied that her eyes were full of all the beautiful Qiu Guang.
I suddenly became happy.
"Me too, ah, we all are."
She told me many stories about autumn, about Shan Ye and the countryside. She described to me that she often.
Next to a small sleeping pond, endless fruits in the forest.
As the bus went along, the students got off at the station and the carriages became more and more empty.
"Zhi," I suddenly looked down, "when we are old, our lifelong companions get off one by one.
The seat is loose. What will happen to you? "
"I will be very sad." She said gloomily.
What are we doing? Zhi, we just said some stupid things about little girls, which was so deep.
What's the solution to shake it down?
However, in any case, the days when we hide in the bushes to study and sleep together are beautiful.
Now, you are working in the deep mountains in central China, working like a missionary, and loving those simple mountains from the bottom of your heart.
Soul. At the beginning of this year, we met again, still in such a good mood, sitting on a small ferry and enjoying the Tamsui River in the morning.
You haven't uncovered the thin blue fog yet, but it's loud. You continue your story of the mountain.
"Sometimes, when I go to the mountains, I slowly climb many mountains by myself." You said, "Suddenly,
I stopped and found that all the walls were mountains! It's all majestic blue! I stood in surprise, ah, how is that possible?
Beautiful! "
I look at you, Ji, and my heart is full of happiness. After being apart for so many years, we are all fine and have good dreams.
Okay.-Those mountains! Dreams that do not belong to the horizon.
Now, autumn in our mountains is very thick and white. Occasionally, there will be an autumn rain, and the thin cold will attack people. After the rain,
There are often cold moonlight, which makes people feel sad about autumn. What about your home? The windows should also be lightened.
Autumn scenery, right? How suitable autumn is for the love of an old friend, and how suitable it is for the bright dream wrapped in silver!
With the wind, purple waves churned, turning the coolness of a mountain in autumn into my heart. I like this season,
It's just that I feel lonely in love.
It's not that you are not infatuated with the tenderness of spring, not that you don't yearn for the heat of summer, but that you should be serious and successful in life.
Maturity should be sacred, just like autumn gives us-however, who knows? Who knows? Who will appreciate the depth?
And then what?
The mountains in the distance are retreating, and the ruins in the distance are covered with calm indigo. And the woody orchids nearby are still fragrant.
Power can rule a large area of land. ) the stream ran out of the cracks and wrote in the garden that no one could understand it.
Running script, a poem, is full of twists and turns, which is used to describe the pure Qiu Guang.
And my title page is empty, I don't have a poem, but I love autumn with all my piety and awe.
May my life be the same as before, without the most gorgeous spring flowers, too many floating Xia Yun, no noise, no.
There are rotating colors, only quiet and simple white, only the depth and seriousness of mature life, only dreams, just like dreams.
A dream as eager and rich as a red maple.
Autumn, this hard and bright metal season, is my deep love.
Whispers of autumn
When the first cool breeze blows with drizzle, when the first sweet-scented osmanthus seeps into the heart and spleen, when the first maple leaf is lit by frost and turns red like fire, it is autumn.
The sun shines brightly. The blue sky oozes the ingredients of wine, which makes people enchanted. The rice is yellow, the sorghum is red, and there are abundant fruits all over the mountains. The ground is golden and pleasing to the eye. The water is as quiet as a mirror because of autumn, and the fish is swimming, the moon is rounder and brighter, and the autumn water falls in love with it, and the scales are shining. Autumn gives people a deep and bright impression everywhere. Whether the wind blows low, geese fly south, birds sing, or fallen leaves scatter their paths, and the west building is full of moons, it is an artistic conception that people can't bear to read carefully. Noble, elegant and quiet autumn, like a master of art, shows excellent temperament, and the open and lofty realm makes the artistic conception of autumn endless. In the face of abundant autumn, people mumble, always want to think and say something.
Qiu Lai should see the forest. Tuo red and half drunk sunset hung on the treetops, the forest was solemn and silent, yellow and green, red and white set each other off, mottled with a leisurely charm, elegant leaves bathed in the rustling autumn wind, listening to the drums gradually drifting away. It is a sense of security that does not require any carving.
Qiu Lai should look at the clouds. A few white clouds seem to splash ink at will, no more lingering than the spring clouds, no more crowded than Xia Yun, just like taking a leisurely walk, looking up at the autumn clouds faintly, and sometimes slamming, for the sake of drifting away, for those realized and unfulfilled wishes. ...
Autumn is the most beautiful and affectionate season among the four seasons. When a person walks, his thoughts sway with the fragrance of osmanthus; When you and your friends are wandering in LAM Raymond, you are intoxicated by the red leaves and autumn colors, and the forest is dyed; When you raise a glass to invite the moon with your lover and children and pray for the full moon to grow, you will find that autumn is so beautiful, sweet and romantic.
Autumn will sing all the energetic songs in summer into a quiet poem. Like a wise beauty, the great calm after great passion moves towards simplicity and connotation. If there is no autumn, you will never have the joy of "who is drunk in the frost forest at dawn", and you will never understand the sad autumn of "lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn", which is between winter and summer, like a springboard connecting youth and old age. Although it has shed that youth, its plump and mature temperament has stood at the peak of beauty.
Autumn makes youth look forward to it, makes the elderly look back, and makes life cherish and miss it.
Ouyang Xiu's ode to autumn sounds is the best!
Ouyang Zi was reading at night when he heard a voice coming from the southwest. He was horrified and said, "What a surprise!" " At first, it started with Caesar, and suddenly it pounced and slammed; Such as the night terrors of stormy waves and the sudden arrival of wind and rain. It touches things, jingles, and gold and iron ring; Another example is a soldier, walking towards the enemy, scurrying with a medal in his hand, not listening to orders, only hearing the voices of people and horses.
To the young man: "What's that noise? Look at it. The boy said, "The stars and the moon are bright, the Ming River is in the sky, and the trees are silent. 」
I said, "alas! Why do you come here to listen to the sound of autumn? Gai Fuqiu's behavior is also like this: its color is dim and smoke gathers; Its capacity is clear, the sky is high and the sun is shining; Its qi is bitter and bitter, which makes people bones and muscles; Its meaning is gloomy, and the mountains and rivers are lonely. Therefore, it is also a sound, sad and urgent, calling for anger. The grass is lush, lush and pleasant; Grass turns white when brushed, and wood falls off when touched; The reason why the scattered people were destroyed was because they were fierce in anger.
Qiu Fu, the criminal officer, was overcast at that time: he was also a soldier and an elephant, loyal to heaven and earth, and always took killing as his heart. Heaven is to things, and spring gives birth to autumn. Therefore, it is the voice of music and business that dominates the voice of the west, and foreigners are the law of July. Business, injury also; Things are old and sad. Easy, slaughter also; Things are too rich, you should kill them.
Well, the vegetation is ruthless and sometimes falls down. Man is an animal and the spirit of all things. Worry is the heart, and everything is shaped. If you move in the middle, you must shake its essence. And the situation is beyond its power, worrying about its wisdom; Those who are suitable for the world are trees, and those who are black are stars. Why compete for glory with non-stone quality vegetation? I don't hate the sound of autumn when I think of who is a thief! 」
The boy is right, sleep with his head down. But the smell of insects singing on the four walls seems to help me sigh.