At night, under the faint street light, I saw a golden tree. At that moment, I froze.
Looking at the fairy-tale golden tree, flapping its branches and leaves, I was moved to tears.
I always thought that autumn, dead leaves, only represented desolation and loneliness. Autumn wind and autumn rain are so sad that the ancients described autumn in this way:
It is almost like autumn, its color is dim and smoke is gathering; ……
Its cold gas hurts the bones and muscles; Its meaning is gloomy, and the mountains and rivers are lonely.
Taking it as a sound, it is sad and cut, but it is difficult to call.
Listening to the autumn sound and watching the leaves fall one by one is a farewell, and it is also the exhaustion and disappearance of life. Sadness, reluctance and helplessness always haunt me. I appreciate the autumn wind. I am intoxicated with her elegance and exquisiteness, but at the same time, I always fall into a sad mood inevitably.
Today, this brilliance suddenly gave me a strong feeling.
That tree, a person, stood there stubbornly, almost stubbornly, with branches covered with gold, standing firmly in the wind.
It turns out that autumn is also strong. It is persistence and patience.
Flowers in the autumn wind
Autumn comes early this year, but it is like the lotus steps of 28 women swaying, and the gorgeous yellow leaves can't bear to fall. I don't know the name of the red vine crawling over the fence. Every time I walk on this path, I can't help watching. I think my expression must be happy. In this bleak and sad autumn, how can such warm and hot colors not make people feel excited? As if autumn wind loves this season, it is soft and warm. The sunshine warms my naked skin just right, and the whole person can't help getting drunk. So I smelled the fragrance of chrysanthemum, fragrant and fragrant, colorful and fragrant, the more fragrant, the more fragrant.
Since Tao Yuanming sang Chrysanthemum, Fang Jukai Lin Yao and Song Qingyan went public. After planting chrysanthemums in Dongli, chrysanthemums were introduced by ancient China literati as confidants. Imagine if all of a sudden, the frost filled the pipa overnight, the plantain didn't show, the lotus withered, the red withered and the green fell, and only the chrysanthemum rose was alone. No wonder Gao Qi, a poet in the Ming Dynasty, sat in a secluded porch and wrote poems in the autumn when "autumn is full of drunkenness, cold fragrance ignores butterfly prophets". At this time, if there is wine, a confidant, singing the wind and enjoying chrysanthemums, the opposite person is a beloved person, with almond eyes, peach cheeks, eyebrows and lips, always referring to slender, smiling like spring, or his eyebrows are long and handsome, and his eyes are drunk and his clothes are fluttering, what kind of amorous feelings this scene should be. Of course, it is best to find the meaning of chrysanthemums and enjoy the fun of life in a beautiful place with high clouds and light winds after all the flowers have fallen, which is beyond the understanding of ordinary people.
Su Shi praised the chrysanthemum as "light muscle and weak bone", which even made the plum blossom full of rosy clouds. The poet Qu Yuan regarded chrysanthemum as the juice of life, savored it carefully and wrote the ultimate charm of chrysanthemum. Li Shangyin's "secretly lavender, harmonious and harmonious" highlights the graceful posture of chrysanthemum. Ancient women were intelligent and affectionate, and they also compared their hearts with chrysanthemums. For example, Zhu's "Soil flowers can be white and red, and you can still love this work at night. I would rather grow old with fragrant branches than dance with yellow leaves in the autumn wind, which tells me that I am the same as chrysanthemum. The ambiguity of Li Qingzhao's sentence "The wine in Dongli is faint and fragrant after dusk" is already a sincere love for chrysanthemum. In any case, the ancients in China wrote the fragrance, charm, heterogeneity and strangeness of chrysanthemums, and decorated a chrysanthemum world with infinite personality. Only Tang Huangchao's poem "On Chrysanthemum" "The rustling west wind is planted all over the courtyard, and the cold butterfly is hard to come; "If I were Di Qing next year, I would report a peach blossom" and "the last chrysanthemum" until September 8 in Qiu Lai, where I will spend all my time in full bloom; Tianxiang pervades Chang 'an, and the city is full of golden flowers. "Chrysanthemum has been given a lot of murderous look, which makes people feel scared. I'm always a weak woman, so it's hard to regard chrysanthemum as a golden helmet. And "how many people have not returned, watching the autumn wind through the fence." What we really want to see is chrysanthemums with independent branches in the frost, so that we can finish the journey of life alone.
Since chrysanthemum has so many meanings, its name must be elegant. The names given by colors are: Empty Valley Spring, Out-of-Valley Oriole, Jade Crab Ice Plate, Green Dress and Red Skirt, etc. Or they are named after petals to distinguish their shapes, such as "Lotus Scaring the Wind" and "Pine Hanging Snow". There are also flowers named after their shapes, such as "Golden Thread Hanging Beads" and "Ten Foot Beads Curtain", as well as historical figures and stories, such as "the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon" and "ChristianRandPhillips Drumming Instrument". There are countless wishes and interests hidden behind one flower, which is thought-provoking.
Chrysanthemum has many practical values besides ornamental and immersion. Can be used as medicine, wine, tea and health care. Kim, the most popular neo-romantic leader in South Korea, interprets chrysanthemums as the taste of love, pure and romantic.
Autumn wind and autumn rain make people sad.
Wild geese fly through the autumn sky, and the night is in the middle.
It is crazy for the wind to return to the pond.
How many things did you have when you were an arrow?
Autumn moon, autumn night and long autumn day.
It's late at night and people can't sleep.
There are a few sparse stars outside the window. The bright moon is in the sky, but it is sad and cold. The bright moon can't dispel people's hatred. It is bound to penetrate the clouds and scatter the 10,000-point light on the lush treetops. The distant mountains are even more cold and boundless in the night, and the reluctant west wind inadvertently blows the vines that are green and dripping during the day by the hedge wall. It's already late at night, and I can see some fireflies inhabiting in weeds, shrinking, perhaps dreaming of summer. In the night sky, a wild goose flies by, even if it loses its companion, wandering and hovering. Occasionally, I heard one or two sharp chirps, which cut the clothes in the night, suddenly passed over the treetops and suddenly disappeared. At this time, there was a faint sound of bamboo in my ear, but when I listened carefully, it was so melancholy and cold, like a mottled twill on a marble column. Whose woman played the harp and whispered to me that autumn was coming.
Autumn has come, Dongting Lake is full of autumn tides, and many heroes have been wiped out between ups and downs. Although the autumn wind is so weak and boneless, it still blows down the once leafy trees near Dongting Lake. Listen: Does the sound of leaves falling into loess resound through Ma Xiaoxiao like swords and gunfire? Look: Is the figure of the long-sleeved teenager standing in the water as leisurely as a symmetrical tree? But why is there a faint sadness in his brow? Whose wonderful eyes filled his heart? Who attracted his attention with her beautiful singing? Is a beautiful, dressed Luo, dancing not far away with a drunken smile, but why is there a trance-like sadness in her mouth? Who and whose love made her so sad and confused?
Autumn rain hit them in the face. Piles of dark gray clouds hold the earth low. It's already late autumn, all the trees in the endless forest are bare, and the old tree stands gloomy and brown moss covers its wrinkles. Ruthless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, and they had to wither and stand there bald.
Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is fresh as dew. The sky exudes soft light, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to listen to the soaring songs of larks, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wings of time. When it flies away, it will spread out for a while. So dusk.
The earth put on a golden sweater, and yellow poplar leaves and bright maple leaves fell down, as if several colorful butterflies were flying in the air. Although the frost came, Grandpa Song Qing still wore a green robe and looked greener. Chrysanthemums in the garden are in full bloom, red as fire, pink as chardonnay and white as snow, which is beautiful. All the leaves on the persimmon tree have fallen, but the persimmons in Huang Chengcheng are still hanging on their fingers, like orange lanterns of all sizes, and the red begonia bends the branches.
Autumn scenery
The chirping cicada has disappeared from the forest, the green trees have changed into golden pajamas, and the whistling west wind has come in a hurry. This scene tells us that autumn has arrived.
Whenever this autumn comes in a hurry, purplish maple leaves fall everywhere along the river and roadside; In the sky, flocks of migratory birds and swallows are flying to the warm south.
In the golden rice fields, hardworking farmers are tirelessly harvesting golden ears of rice, hoping to have a good harvest this year.
The bright moonlight accompanied me into the night. Every Mid-Autumn Festival, I always think about the autumn scenery and eat sweet moon cakes.
Ah, this beautiful autumn scenery is really a good season for reading. I want to praise it and use it.
Autumn scenery
"Quite critical", fallen leaves become a scene in autumn.
The autumn wind blew away the "wet" in spring and the "stuffy" in summer, bringing a little coolness. People say the autumn wind is dry. I don't think so. I like the feeling of mixing noodles in the autumn wind, which can make people clear-headed; Can make the dust on your body fly far away; Can bring our souls into autumn. When the autumn wind flashes, Wanshu will welcome warm applause and graceful dancing. The scene is as grand as the lively scene of a grand party, and butterflies are flying all over the sky. The sound of leaves colliding seems to be good news for Mother Earth. Children who leave home will return to the embrace of Mother Earth. The excitement is beyond words, and there is no need to express it, because the autumn wind has quietly informed the earth.
Autumn leaves take away the "green" in spring and the "shell" in summer, bringing a moving scene of flying all over the sky. Every leaf is the end of one life and the beginning of another. Fallen leaves dance gracefully in the wind, sometimes falling, sometimes turning in circles, and sometimes walking with the wind. They wore yellow shirts and said goodbye to the tree with the most beautiful dance. Thanks to the kindness of Mother Dashu. Autumn leaves cover every corner of the world. As soon as they pass by, they seem to be playing beautiful piano music. One after another, they have the momentum of "pouring pearls of all sizes into a plate of jade", and "the reverberation lingers for three days".
The color of autumn brushes off the "colorful" in spring and the "fiery red" in summer, and dyes it with a layer of dark brown. Brown is the main color in autumn. With the arrival of autumn, everything in the world welcomes it. Brown makes people daydream. I don't like "colorful", "fiery red" and "white", but I love brown. It represents a kind of solemnity and calmness, and it is also a piece of "amber" in people's hearts, and transparency is wrapped in a kind of bitterness. At the same time, brown is also the painter's favorite when depicting autumn scenery. The colors in autumn are very simple. Not elegant, not artificial, conquered me with simplicity.
The sunshine in autumn covers the warmth in spring and the heat in summer, bringing a little coolness. The autumn sunshine wakes up late and disappears quickly. It's also called "going out late and returning early". But it does not hinder its quality and beauty. It shines not only on everything, but also on the depths of human hearts. I think the sunshine in autumn is to know the secret of my heart, and I don't have to tell anyone. Because the autumn sunshine has told all things in nature that they will share joys and sorrows with me.
Autumn wind, autumn leaves, autumn colors and autumn sunshine make up a wonderful Qiu Jingtu. There are many secrets buried in the picture. As long as we are good at finding them, we can uncover them. There are many philosophies of life in the picture, which we can understand as long as we actively seek them. The picture shows many colorful lives. As long as we have a correct attitude, we can have them.
Autumn scenery-Wonderful Life Planning.
Autumn rain is full of evil spirits. When there is a melancholy rain between heaven and earth, everything is silent and bears its relentless washing. Thoroughly clean up the impatience of a summer in a slow bubble, and coolness will become the mainstream with the escape of summer heat.
If leaves in spring are as delicate as girls' faces and leaves in summer are as smooth as mature women's faces, then leaves in autumn, like the faces of young women in their forties and fifties, have lost their youthful luster. After some washing by rain, although they are somewhat bright on the surface, the exhaustion of yellowing from the inside out has betrayed its fragile soul, and the leaves that have been wantonly ravaged by autumn rain declare that autumn has become nature. The leaves drifted into the pond and the fish rushed in. They kissed the new guests lightly with their mouths, probably because they thought there was nothing to eat. Then they turned and splashed, but swam to another place. The fish in the rain is happy, and the raindrops falling into the water lightly touch and caress the fish's body like a masseur.
The dried lotus leaves have lost their fragrance, become more yellow, are no longer resistant to wind and rain, and most of them have been stuck in the water. The rest of the old handle floated helplessly in the wind, which was particularly lonely in the continuous autumn rain. I have always had different feelings for lotus, perhaps starting from Zhou Dunyi's Love Lotus! Later generations have always had different opinions on the interpretation of Ailian. Perhaps it is the uncertainty of content that makes this article extraordinary. Once an article is viewed from a research perspective, it is actually not beautiful. For example, these continuous autumn rains are floating spirits between heaven and earth, jumping naughtily from the high sky, from which farmers see a bumper harvest, meteorologists see rainfall, scientists see atmospheric problems, and writers see poems or beautiful scenery.
Yu and one or two friends are walking on the village road. There is no noisy urban pollution, only the sound of rain. In this flashy world, how many sounds of nature, how many modern people surrounded by modern civilization, and how many sensitive hearts feel the delicacy of autumn rain and blend in with nature. Autumn rain is the most unique, and the scenery below it is also particularly distinctive. They are all outstanding and extraordinary, and they are silently resisting fate. Although the beautiful years are drawing to a close, they are singing happily in the autumn rain. This song is not decadent, but grateful, a sweet memory of the past. One of my friends said, "Autumn rain is really touching. This unhurried spirit is really in line with human wisdom. Spring rain is sad, summer rain is arrogant, and winter rain is the most ruthless. Only the autumn rain is the most considerate and most like a classical beauty. " I nodded and said yes, yes, autumn rain is the most distinctive. Autumn is a season that connects the past with the future, that is, there is enthusiasm in the previous season and indifference in the latter. It combines the length of two seasons and abandons the length of two seasons. It has become the most fascinating season, and autumn rain has become one of the most representative landscapes. The scenery in Autumn Rain communicates peacefully with autumn rain.
I like the slow and delicate autumn rain, leisurely, and the demeanor of everyone. It is not the rain that falls, but the sweet spring of the soul. I wonder how many vulgar ideas have been washed away from people! Walking in the quiet country road, listening to the rain and grasping the green leaves, I have an inexplicable infinite yearning for the country. I really want to bid farewell to interpersonal disputes, find a remote place, build a unique yard and plant all kinds of chrysanthemums in it. In late autumn, I will pick chrysanthemums and put them in a cup so that I can enjoy their seclusion. Life is short.
It suddenly occurred to me that the leisure of autumn rain has long been a luxury of modern people, the beauty of nature has gradually disappeared from people's field of vision, and various modern temptations have already captured people. People's vision is mostly limited to disputes in a small unit. After all, only a few people can escape the siege of modern civilization, but they can always keep a normal heart and live quietly and interestingly in the world. Very few, I'm afraid.
Autumn rain, you are a wise man between heaven and earth. People are awake because of your existence and calm because of your wisdom!
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After the autumnal equinox, people are more interested in autumn. When the leaves fall, the red color fades, the green color fades, and the things in Ran Ran also fade. The north wind is blowing hard, and the array feels cold. The maple forest by the lake gradually withered in the wind, illuminating this bleak mid-autumn with blood. The wind swept the floor, the lead clouds overwhelmed the city, and the color and luxury were gone, but there was no brilliant weather. The sun and the moon escape, and Ren Fengyun outlines the description of autumn. Deliberately brewing, I didn't expect an autumn rain to fall.
The rain is like a dream, fluttering and scattered, like the autumn wind with a thin shirt in the morning. The rain fell silently and gradually dyed the earth white with shallow eyebrows. The silence of the strip continues the melancholy temperament of autumn; There are many kinds of customs, not without expectations, and they open their sad thoughts to pregnant people. No matter sadness or joy, there is no inflammation or cold, only the coolness blows away and gently rubs the skin, as if the slight rain falls in the heart, cooling the intense blood. Clear water makes waves, while Lin Wei is low. The wind is not exhausted, the rain is not exhausted, the clothes are not warm, and the temperature of missing is accompanied by the dark color of the clouds. So I was very disappointed, lamenting that time flies like a dream, and it is much more difficult to go to Japan. However, today's thoughts are chaotic, headless and tailless, floating like drizzly autumn rain, light and smart, lingering, as if there is nothing, falling in the quiet air, drunk with the breeze.
Raindrops hit the autumn leaves, as if whispering to others, whispering to each other, and crying: this farewell is another time when the mountains are high and the water is long, and the road is long, and it's Xiu Yuan. It's a long time to meet each other, and the mountains are heavy and the water is doubtful, and there is no way to make a bright future. Thin shadows are restless, roaming in autumn, listening to the rhythm and rain of autumn. The small umbrella of the past is propped up again, like a flowing and warm residence, with colorful clouds flying and recalling the lost spring dream. The sky is gloomy, and the twilight is wrapped in stratus clouds, and it falls into the depths of the night with the wind and rain. The wind becomes more rampant, the rain becomes angry, and endless nights fall into fear.
The stormy night is the darkness of Mao Mao. Although we turn a blind eye and touch it, we don't think it is empty. It's as vague as a drunken man stumbling and vomiting after drinking 800 jars of high-alcohol liquor. It is not gentle and demure, it is not as delicate and fresh as a quiet and smooth virgin, but it has the eyes of a leopard and a tiger that must be as thunderous as a halberd like a warrior on the battlefield. In the melee of swords and drums, he rushed left and right. It looks unkempt, as if it hasn't washed its hair once in three months, changed its clothes for five years, and rolled around in the dirty mud for several times. We can't see its face clearly, but we already feel its roughness and its stinging hair. It makes people nervous and afraid to approach. Crazy rainy night, war-torn world, let us feel the natural weather of war and helpless panic.
Close the window, let us escape from the reality and stay away from the riddled and embattled death journey. It is also a very interesting enjoyment to sit by the window and listen to the rain. The noise outside the window is like a tide, Malik is rushing, and the three armies are shouting. Feathers flew down from the sky for nine days, making a thrilling vibrato. Plumes of sound hang down from the clouds, like strings on a harp, gripping and touching. The wind is blowing hard, the sound is staggered and disorderly, and the sharp sound is raised, which stings the eardrum. At that time, the momentum was like a rainbow, and the ghosts cried and screamed, one after another, one after another. Vaguely, like a heavy muffled thunder buzzing, like thousands of miles away, but still thrilling. There is an uncontrollable and extremely strong depression, restless, but it has never accumulated into a thunderbolt, wandering around, and finally jumping up. So the rocks are broken, the autumn rain is in an uproar, and my heart is broken.
Morning is the tail of night and the continuation of dreams. We wore thin coats to observe the charm of autumn rain. "There is no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle", so that the gas field of nature can have the closest contact with us. The cold morning breeze widened my belt, but my muscle fat was reduced by three points. Dark clouds are gathering around, lofty sentiments are suppressed, and the walls are empty, but the loneliness like autumn chill is endless and unspeakable. Some jade pieces are still flying in the sky, and messy hair sweeps through empty eyes. It is raining all over the sky, and there are waves everywhere. I was caught in the middle like an elf, and Xu Ruo was honest. The cold willow color on the roadside is the kind of beauty's haggard and helplessness in her later years. The lotus leaves in the pool have withered, drooping their heads and being baptized by the wind and rain. "Leave the residual lotus to listen to the sound of rain". The sound of rain is natural, delicate and annoying, and it sounds itchy, just like the voice of poetry echoing in the heart. It is a beautiful touch. There was a big pool of water in the potholes on the road, which drowned the withered maple leaves and faintly revealed the color of blood.
"Autumn destroyed itself and showed philosophy to nature with its cold appearance. But life doesn't understand the amorous feelings, indulging in eternal decline and self-distrust, and finally let the snow and frost fill the visual gap. " This is probably what autumn needs to sigh, but our thoughts have been immersed in it, and even our lukewarm bodies are immersed in boundless autumn water.
I went back and experienced the old scenery, but the years are gone forever. I only have one body left. Autumn rain is falling, hitting people is still imminent, but I don't look at it, just asking myself to have feelings to maintain virtual reality and sadness. The rain is not very heavy, but the wind is very strong. I tightened my clothes, covered my chest and abdomen, braved the wind and rain, and walked alone through the narrow streets.
"The wind is like a galloping wild horse.
It was blown away,
Disperse and gather,
After all, it floated away again;
Like I don't care,
Autumn kills joy,
Show the original flavor,
Desolate and lonely;
Life should be cold,
But bored and lost. "
The charm of autumn:
I love Qiu. I love not only its admirable fruit, but also its fallen leaves, and I like its charming charm best.
There is no lingering in spring, fanaticism in summer and indifference in winter; You are like a steed running and jumping from time to time in Yuan Ye, like a general who has experienced vicissitudes and is open-minded and cheerful, like a meteor flowing leisurely in the night sky. ...
Autumn is crisp. The sky above is high and wide, blue without a cloud; At the foot is a flat land, full of mature golden yellow and quiet streets. The rustling of yellow leaves in the wind is gently accompanied by a clear and transparent stream jumping happily. Everything is like that, please be pure and free and easy.
Autumn is warm. People withered by the heat cheered up in a slight coolness. The students started the new school year with confidence; Young people are also looking at Chongyang in high spirits, walking briskly and flying high, with new expectations.
Autumn is sincere. An autumn wind blew away the hypocrisy and selfishness on weekdays, and people were open-minded and sincere. In this natural and refreshing season, how can we tolerate suspicion and melodrama?
The refreshing, warm and sincere, uncut natural expression, flowing freely, reveals refreshing new ideas, which is the noble and unique charm of autumn. Oh, the nobility of autumn, I admire you, the elegance of autumn, I admire you.
Autumn in the ancient capital
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 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 is for people, so there is no difference between countries, let alone people's 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.
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