There are countless bright rhythms floating in the sky.
follow conventionality
The passage of time is sometimes like a song
When you're thinking here,
Happy times are like memories.
Stay away.
I won't miss you.
But I long for your love and comfort.
When nature is full of vitality
It's hard to describe my love.
Like yesterday's sunshine, today is like you at this time.
Keep me.
It must be summer.
A wonderful story matures in the rainy season.
Greet you like a spring breeze man
Surround you with a forgotten and locked heart
Say meet again after a long separation
Enough to make you cry.
Like an ancient road full of weather.
There is only one voice echoing.
Endless green connects Yan Yan's miles.
Will not stop.
Green is graceful, and red is delicate and charming.
It is grace that holds it up.
It's cold, it's fierce, it's lonely practice.
It is the pride of the strugglers.
Your warm world
Belongs to a brave man and an innocent girl.
Winter and wisdom
A cheerful bird belongs to a flowing stream.
The hot sun and the coast
Belongs to the pictographic olive tree
belong to me
And my favorite jungle.
When there are butterflies dancing on the green Yuan Ye.
Just like when you were a kid.
When the night lies quietly by the river.
Wandering like a dream
I'm looking for a long detour
When the fields of dawn
Someone walked in front of the bright spring.
When the wind blows over and over again
To help the silent wilderness
What arm do you touch this with?
Warm and elegant
I walked out of the years.
Follow the rut to the sunny hillside
run quickly
Expect swamp
Keep moving
That open heart is in the drizzle.
Show a charming vastness
The majestic mountains are under beautiful scenery.
Come with me.
A clenched hand with rough arms.
Wave the sun!
Jing Fang.
That was in 2003. When the body is still passable and the steps are still healthy, the family will make an appointment to travel.
The day before Qingming Festival, it was sunny and sunny. Leave the noisy city, that is, take CMB with your wife, son and daughter-in-law to Fangshan, the Buddhist country in southern Sichuan in nature.
Before leaving, I said to my wife, son and daughter-in-law: I want to make a wish to burn incense to the black-faced Guanyin, and ask the Bodhisattva to bless our well-being and our son and daughter-in-law to stay young forever. My wife said: this time, I mean the top of the mountain. The son added: in order to exercise, we don't take the ropeway car, just walk. Talk about bodhisattva next time. I had to nod my head. I promised them that I would go into nature this time, but I wanted to be pleasing to the eye and refreshing.
Arrive at the destination in an hour. The bus stopped in front of Fangshan archway and got off to buy tickets. The whole family and all the tourists stepped into the archway together. Laughing and laughing, we climbed the stone steps into Yunfeng Temple, climbed the stairs again, bypassing the busy Ursa Major Hall, and then passed through the dark-faced Guanyin Hall, which was a steep stone staircase and slowly wound its way to the top of the mountain.
The son and daughter-in-law met a group of young men and women and walked in front with them. My wife said to me, "You should thank the children today. Exercise is good for your diabetes. " I said, "Of course! Young man, yes! " A young man walking in front of us turned to me and said, "Youth is the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning!" " "Proud face is full of happy smile. I smiled and nodded to him and said, "I hope it's on you!" " "He nodded and laughed in front.
It was sunny all the way, the grass blossomed and the wind blew, which was very unpleasant.
I reached the top of the mountain an hour later. Although I am panting, I still thank my children in my heart. I walked non-stop to the nearby Xue Ji Building. I saw two female treadmills on the dam opposite the pool, describing them as charming and full of youthful vitality. Companions sit on stone benches and chairs by the pool, pointing or clapping, which is a happy scene.
So I thought, how good youth is, how beautiful youth is. Nature is also wonderful! Really, as my wife said, I have to thank my children for going into nature this time.
After the son and daughter-in-law broke up with the group of young people, they went to the rockery in the pool to take pictures. Exercise made me warm all over, so my wife and I sat on the grass on the beach. At this time, the wicker in the pool is green and the Chi Pan pine and cypress are slender; The waterwheel squeaked and sang, and the youth laughed and cheered. This situation makes my wife and I very happy in Tao Tao.
After my son and daughter-in-law took photos, my wife and I wandered around the pool with them, immersed in the thriving green, and forgot all the troubles in our hearts. ...
In the afternoon, the whole family went to an earthen wall tile house and felt the delicious fruits and vegetables given by nature (and the hard work of farmers).
I have never forgotten that farmer's enthusiasm. On their outdoor dining table, apples and oranges smell delicious. Vegetarian dishes cooked in large bowls and small plates, such as tofu and lateral ear roots (that is, houttuynia cordata), are full of color, flavor and mouth-watering. I thought it was a treasure in the world! How many times can I smell it in the city?
Therefore, except for being sick and afraid to surprise the fruit, the rest are eating and drinking. Add rice porridge when you are a little full, and the air is filled with the fragrance of farmers. We are always grateful to nature.
After eating, I thanked the owner of the farmhouse, and the whole family went to the boundary of Dianchi Lake, where tourists had gathered in groups of three or five. Although there is no artificial "cold and hot bell" in this carriage, birds are singing in the forest from time to time.
Follow the mountain road to a stone fence, and when you look around, you can see the rocks stand upright and the grass is dancing (elsewhere, I have seen fields criss-crossed with gauze and farmhouses dotted in the mist in the distance). Ninety-nine peaks (that is, Fangshan and the surrounding mountains) are all full of green, which is refreshing.
I didn't sigh: beautiful! Nature.
So I am proud of myself, that is, relying on green mountains and green waters, my son and wife left an "eternal" picture.
Later, my son and daughter-in-law went to play. My wife and I went to the porch of Dianchi Lake and sat on a bench to enjoy the warmth of nature with tourists.
Before, that group of young men and women also came to the veranda to be our companions and chatted. ...
It won't be long before the elders of our generation will only listen. They talk about "Buddha" in front of them; On the society's abhorrence of corruption (grass people); Talking about the future full of hope for the country (also a grassroots person).
Everyone has his words, which makes us admire. I am full of expectation and respect for this young man's youthful spirit and enlightened comments on some things. Moreover, it seems that fresh blood has been added to the blood vessels, and I feel energetic after resuscitation. There is a feeling of being old and strong.
After a few words, they bid farewell to us and wished us "endless life". Our generation expresses its heartfelt thanks for this.
Looking at their cheerful and robust figures, I wish them all the best from the bottom of my heart! May they truly become the hope of the motherland.
Suddenly, my wife pointed her hand, and I saw a 13-year-old boy and his parents in a corner of Dianchi Lake. The tourists around saw it and said: This family went up the mountain by sliding pole, and its bus stopped at the foot of the mountain. Previously, they prayed to the black-faced Guanyin and asked the Bodhisattva to bless them forever young and prosperous. Oh! Just then, the young man's words echoed in my ears again, and I suddenly felt irritable on my face.
Willow can always explore spring as early as possible. Li Qingzhao's "Fu Hua" also said that Liu was favored by Chun. They planted willows not for the Buddha's spring, but for other purposes. I immediately remembered the words that Buddhists advised believers: "The sea of suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore." In connection with this matter, I feel that some people's desires are equally boundless, aren't they?
At this moment, my desire for "God" was completely exhausted. Later, I said to my wife with a normal heart: Spring always gives people hope. But the parents want to keep the spring of life-beautiful youth and eternal wealth, can they?
All living things can't get rid of "returning to nature" after all. What's more, what's more, "life does not bring, death does not bring."
In the past, Qin Huang and Wu Han wanted to keep their youthful body and strength and enjoy the Peach Blossom House in the Ninth Five-Year Plan forever, which made the alchemists seek the medicine of immortality and finally returned to Yin Si. In this sense, eternal youth only belongs to 99 lush peaks-vibrant nature.
However, this does not mean that people's youth is not worth cherishing. On the contrary, youth is beautiful. The future of the motherland should grasp the golden age of life, learn skills well, and do more practical, good and even great things for others.
After leaving the veranda, my wife and I met my son and daughter-in-law. The whole family visited several places again, and the more they swam, the more depressed they became, and they had to return to the city. However, this kind of "sharing spring scenery with others" made me (us) relaxed, refreshed and really reluctant to go back. However, I think I will come back with my family soon.
Walking into nature and seeing the infinite beauty of nature is really pleasing to the eye. I also saw the natural beauty of harmony between man and nature, which is really beautiful! Although I also saw the sea of desire, it's no harm.
It's already dusk, and we will leave Fangshan when we get on the bus and return to the materialistic city. On the bus, I thought, come back, not for that vain wish, but for being washed away by the breeze and fog of nature, washing away the impetuous heart and the virus of the body; Come back, in order to communicate with young people, let them feel the health, strength and happiness of fresh blood.
……
Unexpectedly, because of physical reasons, I dare not travel far now. That trip to Fangshan may become a memory forever (I will go back if my body permits)? The beauty of nature and the "blood transfusion" between young people and my heart can still be compensated in places with green life in the city (such as parks).
Unfortunately, this young man who wants to save his life and is rich outside once went out to eat by car one year, and his car was destroyed on his way home (this is what tourists around the veranda said). Although he expressed deep sympathy for the accident, he could not stay young forever in a supernatural alternative way.
Thank nature, the great and kind mother of human beings, for giving unparalleled selfless gifts to human beings and raising generation after generation. The blessing of "endless life" should be exclusive to nature.
Although I am in the city now, I also belong to your arms. I will try my best to do something that I want to do and is beneficial to society under your care while my limited life still exists.
Be strong! Nature.
vine
Along the ancient road, vines are everywhere.
Long, short; Round and flat; If you want to climb the tall branches and try to compete with the weather, just probe across the stream and find a warm branch that wants you to lift your feet across the road, covering your head from the rain.
Vines winding, like weaving a beautiful fairy tale, dedicated to the mountain to feed themselves.
The spread of vines seems to write a chapter of hope for youth and dedicate it to passers-by who visit sightseeing.
However, rattan, you know, the dense rattan forest has grown wildly in my heart, crisscrossing and interweaving without norms.
I felt the pain of being born.
I realized my hope of growing up.
White thrush
Look, what is that?
Where is it? Where is it? I turned my head and looked in the direction of my partner-a silver pheasant and a silver pheasant.
The silver pheasant was frightened and fled in a hurry, disappearing into the dense jungle in an instant.
Just as I was desperately trying to remember its shape and state, my partner stamped his foot regretfully: Damn, I didn't see it.
I saw it, but what did I get?
Watching the fog alone
You don't have to break away from your mother's arms or climb the grass slope.
At this time, you have stood quietly on the hillside.
It's raining and joy is flying. Young feelings, intoxicated with the infinite fun of climbing in the rain.
Look, everyone is smiling.
Only you stand quietly and stare at the clouds on the top of the mountain ahead.
The fog is floating everywhere, wisps, pieces and clouds, like catkins dancing with the wind, more like your confused thoughts.
Fog, slowly moving bit by bit, quietly squeezed into one piece, like a large piece of white velvet snow, falling into your heart one by one.
Does fog have legs?
Does miss have legs?
Jequirity beans
"Hula" sound, the partners rushed to the acacia tree, turning the thick leaves, looking for small and exquisite, red acacia beans.
Some people are eager for quick success and instant benefit when they suddenly see a pile of red beans.
Some people are slow, thinking that they can pick up three or five pieces.
At that time, the tall acacia tree looked down at us and laughed: lovely people, acacia is a state of mind. Can a few red beans replace it? You are in vain.
Sure enough, most of us returned empty-handed. Luckily, we only found one or two particles, but we tripped in the mud.
Wang Wei's "When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches.". Take a hug home, for me, as a symbol of our love "is being drenched by rain at this time."
running water
On the way to climb the mountain, the spring water is accompanied all the way, the gurgling water touches the heartstrings, and the silent mountain reveals a faint vitality.
Running water overflows the rocks, and the rocks quietly suck the milk of the green hills in the warm embrace.
Running water overflows the grassland, and clumps of flowers and plants enjoy the dew of the earth in the warm embrace. On the way to climb the mountain, there are mountains and springs all the way.
When we returned home contentedly, I was surprised to find that the spring water with drums was still following us and singing all the way.
Bow your head carefully, with a smile on your face and a sincere look up: when climbing, I sing a welcome song to inject vitality into your climbing; I sang "Farewell" when I went down the mountain, which brought you infinite joy.
Oh, who said that falling flowers are intentional or not?
Autumn in my hometown
Autumn as a child is also autumn in my hometown. It's always blue and charming. Occasionally, the clouds are changing all kinds of graphics, leaving you endless reverie. However, the autumn of middle age is also the autumn of a foreign land, and I always can't see my thoughts at that time. When I arrived in Linyi a few days ago, I looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window on the expressway, as if I had returned to my childhood and hometown.
Autumn symbolizes maturity and can bring people the joy of harvest. I remember how "cool" it was to hold round and big sweet potatoes at dusk in first frost, in the smoke not far away. What's more, burned soybeans with dead leaves are looking for endless autumn fragrance. I dare say it is the most delicious bean fragrance in the world! At least in the present city, I have never smelled it!
Autumn is the season when "yellow things fade". The original green leaves gradually lost their true colors of life. Under the attack of wind, frost, rain and snow, it turns yellow day by day, and then quietly floats down with the wind. At the moment of enjoying the beautiful scenery, I had to wear delicate yellow leaves and hang them under the eaves, waiting to enjoy the fragrance floating from the scones after burning. My mouth is watering. An able young man can eat ten at a time. I have never smelled such a kind fragrance in my wandering after leaving home!
At that time, there was no sadness in the fallen leaves of my hometown. Now, the fallen leaves in a foreign land are just countless. In my heart, the occasional thoughts and comforts are all in the face of this silent destruction, whether it is fire nirvana or life evolution.
Autumn scenery
Someone said, "Autumn is beautiful!" Especially looking for autumn.
Autumn is coming, the rice in the field is ripe, and the rice in Huang Chengcheng is like a big piece of gold. In the east, people come here with harvesters. They let every grain of rice into the warehouse.
In autumn in the Woods, the leaves of all kinds of trees are yellow and fall on the pond and the ground one by one. However, the pine tree still stands tall and motionless in the wind, and its leaves are still so green.
Autumn is in the garden. Chrysanthemums in the garden are in full bloom, including red, yellow, green, white and orange ... The petals of these chrysanthemums are like thin shredded radish. The petals of some chrysanthemums are all spread out, revealing the tender yellow stamens; Some chrysanthemums only spread two or three petals; There are chrysanthemums in bud, as if the petals are about to open.
In autumn, apples, oranges, bananas and other fruits in the orchard are all ripe. Uncles and aunts are holding baskets and picking fruits one by one. Those fruits that haven't been picked seem to say, "Pick us quickly! Those who want to buy fruit are waiting for us! "
Autumn is on people. People wear sweaters, vests, sweaters and so on.
Where is autumn? Autumn is in children's eyes. As long as we keep exploring and discovering, we will gain a lot of knowledge that is not available in books.
Autumn in the ancient capital
yu dafu
Autumn, no matter where, 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 cool. The taste, color, artistic conception and posture of autumn are always insufficient, lacking in taste and enjoyment. 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.
The gorgeous four seasons and autumn colors are the most beautiful.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, with four distinct seasons, are the most beautiful scenery endowed by nature. Flowers are fragrant in spring, sunny in summer, Ye Er in autumn and snow and frost in winter; Spring is prosperous, summer is lush, autumn is gorgeous and winter is pure; Spring is vigorous, summer is noisy, autumn is lofty and winter is quiet; There are flowers in spring, moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. American famous sentences describing the four seasons, just like the changing seasons, have their own aesthetic feeling and charm. Everything the elder said is ready. In my mind, autumn scenery is the most beautiful of the four seasons.
Everything is complacent in the wait and see. The so-called poetic style is nothing more than natural beauty in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Only those who know how to appreciate can appreciate its beauty. Autumn scenery is the most poetic. Lush trees, blooming flowers and thick grass. Lush plants and beautiful scenery are the beautiful world endowed by nature. It's really intoxicating and haunting. Birds in the forest, butterflies in the flowers and dragonflies on the grass represent the songs of life. Listening to cicadas in the forest, enjoying lotus flowers in Chi Pan and boating on the lake are the best enjoyment. There is a cool autumn wind blowing head-on, and it feels so comfortable and amazing. The starry autumn night, the bright moon, the bright starry sky and the breeze bring people a lot of reverie and fantasy, which can't help but make people feel moved and deeply touched. How many beautiful scrolls are painted by how many painters, and how many touching poems are written by how many literati and poets. It's really picturesque and fascinating.
The scenery in autumn is beautiful, charming and colorful. Autumn is the harvest season, which brings people the joy of harvest. Everything is mature, fruitful, beaming and happy in my heart. Round orange persimmons hang on trees; Golden pear fruit, covered with branches. Snow-white cotton is like a sea of clouds, yellow corn is piled in the yard, bright red peppers are hung in front of the window, and crisp red dates are hung on the trees. The sun is shining, the breeze is blowing gently, the mountains are everywhere, and the land is autumn scenery. Can such a beautiful autumn be beautiful? The beauty of autumn scenery can be appreciated not only with eyes, but also with ears. You can also chew with your mouth and feel with your heart. Otherwise, people say "spring flowers and autumn fruits"?
The beauty of autumn scenery is a bleak beauty. Autumn is the season when the autumn wind is bleak, all trees fall leaves and all flowers wither. "An autumn leaf, a little banana and a little sorrow". The word "autumn" plus "heart" becomes "sorrow". Therefore, autumn is always nostalgic and full of melancholy. Liu Yuxi, a great writer in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem: "When the autumn wind comes, the geese will be sent in the rustling, and the lonely guests will smell it first in the morning." In the classic Dream of Red Mansions, there is also a saying that "autumn window is endless, and autumn rain can help desolation". The fruit has experienced wind and rain, showed its true colors, fulfilled its mission, brought joy to people, but dedicated itself. The leaves are yellow and the maple leaves are red, which looks good, but the autumn wind blows slightly, and the leaves pile up and become fertilizer to nourish the roots; Flowers also bloom brilliantly at the last moment, releasing beauty. Wait for it to wither together, wither together. For flowers, as long as they can bloom, even for a short moment, they will not live up to this life. In fact, isn't it the same in a person's life?
The world is not perfect. Whether it is flowers in spring, fruits in summer, fruits in autumn or grass in winter. Their growth is not smooth sailing, and there are always shortcomings of one kind or another. But they all worked hard, struggled, persisted and flourished. Although bleak, it is beautiful. I have always liked Tagore's poem, "Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves." I appreciate the saying, "Even the last sunset at dusk will shine brilliantly. It is the last struggle unwilling to degenerate and sink, and it is also a pursuit of active love for the supreme life. It doesn't care that it will be covered by green hills in the end. Perhaps this is what nature wants to tell people about life. "
Autumn scenery is the most beautiful of the four seasons. It not only brings people beautiful enjoyment, but also brings people wonderful feelings. Friend, are you right?
Autumn, chrysanthemum forever.
Text/Red Moon
Autumn wind blows gently, blowing the beauty of autumn, leaving the troubles of teenagers behind in the season when wild chrysanthemums are fragrant. ...
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The autumn wind is strong, blowing away tenderness;
The lingering autumn rain brings acacia.
It's autumn, and the wind is full of stars and cold. Open the window will feel cool, will feel the autumn wind and autumn rain, sad fans. "When the first leaf falls, I know that autumn is coming quietly. So, put on that warm milky cashmere sweater and take good care of this sad season. Milky white is his favorite color. He said I looked more like a doll in milky white.
When the fragrance of chrysanthemums begins to diffuse, I always think of the small town full of wild chrysanthemums in my memory. I know I have something on my mind, such as the irresistible growth of vines and grass under the call of spring. My heart is the wild chrysanthemum on the grass in front of the building. My heart is the wild chrysanthemum on the slope of my hometown town.
In the small town in my memory, the poetry of wild chrysanthemums should be everywhere this season, right? Are you still deeply homesick for the sigh that people are thinner than yellow flowers when you tasted chrysanthemums with me on a small slope?
Colorful rich chrysanthemums on the soil slope are content with a plain and pure situation and are not afraid. It has the appearance of indifference, such as water; It has experienced the destruction of wind and frost, like a sword. Silently telling the story of autumn, some small promises. ...
The rhyme of autumn night
Blowing a slight cool breeze, under the soft light of the silvery white moon, a voice whispered in my ear: Autumn has arrived. ......
Slightly cold, covered with white gauze as soft as moonlight, flying in the deep blue sky like agate leaves, safely falling on my hands, I looked down at this small leaf, although a little yellow, but still so cute, let you return to your origin! I blew it gently and it flew away again.
I looked up again, and the moon was more beautiful. Half a silvery white plate hangs in the sky, and there are several faint flashes in the boundless sky. I don't know if it is the stars in the sky or the lights on the ground. Not far away, there was a whisper from the next room, occasionally mixed with the sound of the wind blowing leaves and the lingering songs of birds.
When the footsteps of summer are still lingering, in the season, the messenger of autumn has quietly come to the world. At the moment when the goddess of two seasons passed by, nature attributed his boldness of vision and lofty sentiments to the wind. After that, as the weather turns cold, what is displayed in front of people is the scenery completely belonging to autumn.
I wandered out to the quiet Little Square. The grass is silent, so are the trees, but I seem to hear them whispering again. What are you talking about? I must be dissatisfied with Qiu Shen ... A plane flew overhead and broke this beautiful silence. The moon is crazy, and so are the plants. The wind is not so soft, with Xiao Long and dragons. The darkness shook, and the moon and stars were hidden by an elf and naughty clouds. Soon, the clouds drifted away reluctantly. The moon smiled and the light was brighter. At the moment when the clouds floated away, the earth was gradually illuminated by silver light, as if seeing hope after the darkness receded.
The light came back again, and a trace of warmth flooded into my heart. ......
Autumn (prose)
-Jiangnan spring rain
I love autumn because of its color, water, wind and harvest. Autumn gives people unlimited enjoyment, enrichment and reverie.
I like autumn, first of all, because of its color. This is because the colors in winter are too depressing, the spring is too bright and the summer is too dull. Only autumn is crisp, sunny and full of harvest, which is pleasing to the eye.
I love autumn, secondly because of its autumn water. The deeper the autumn water, the more colorless it is. This is the clearest time of the year, without any impurities. Living in the world of mortals for a long time, standing by the lake of Qiushui can receive the effect of peace of mind, wash away the troubles in your heart, and purify and sublimate your mind. In the early Tang Dynasty, Wang Bo's poem "Autumn Water * * * is one color in the sky", which I thought was a praise for autumn water's mind, demeanor and realm.
I love autumn because of its autumn wind. I think autumn wind is the wind of righteousness, and all decadent things are frightened in front of it. Autumn wind is the only wind with suffocating air, which makes the earth cleaner and more lovely and further optimizes species. There is infinite hope in the autumn wind.
I like autumn, because autumn is the harvest season. The earth in autumn is full of the joy of harvest, and everywhere exudes the warmth of hard work and return. Through joy and warmth, I can always feel the hardships and sweat behind me, making the harvest more attractive.
I like autumn. Love her reality and love her maturity.
Memorial of autumn
Since ancient times, autumn has been a symbol of sadness, a manifestation of decline and a barometer of melancholy in life. Qu Yuan said, "Autumn wind is blowing, and Dongting waves are under the leaves." Song Yudao: "Alas, Qiu is angry! The bleak vegetation shakes down and becomes weak. " Cao Pi also wrote the same poem in Ge Yanxing, "The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cool, and the vegetation is like frost." Nature is full of depression and fallen leaves, which first catches people's eyes. The image of nature makes people produce a kind of * * *, which is naturally associated with the four seasons of life from the four seasons of the universe. "A monk who doesn't know the number of Jiazi knows the autumn in the world." Autumn leaves fall, things and people, and sadness comes from them. As Lu Ji's "Wen Fu" said, "Sad leaves fall in autumn and joy comes in spring." The fading and glory of things lead to inner sadness and joy.
Sorrow is the autumn of the soul. For example, Li Bai's "people are cold oranges, and autumn old phoenix trees." Jia Dao "Autumn wind blows the Weihe River, and leaves fall all over Chang 'an. "Liu Yong" is a luxury. "Li Shangyin" autumn frost flies late, leaving a withered lotus to listen to the rain.
Is it okay?