Autumn is in the fields. The rice in the field was ripe and yellow, as if it were a big piece of gold. To the east, people in harvesters, were driving this way, and they let every grain of rice into the storehouse.
In the woods in the fall, the leaves of all kinds of trees were yellow, falling one by one to the ponds and the ground. Yet the pines still stood with their heads up, motionless in the wind, with their leaves as green as ever.
Autumn was in the garden. In the garden chrysanthemums were in full bloom, red, yellow, green, white, orange-red ...... The petals of these chrysanthemums were like fine radish threads. Some of the chrysanthemum petals all unfolded, revealing the tender yellow core; some chrysanthemums only unfolded two or three petals; there are also chrysanthemums on the flower, as if it will soon unfold the petals.
In the orchard in the fall, apples, oranges, bananas and other fruits were ripe. The uncles and aunts took baskets and picked the fruits one by one. Those fruits that were not picked seemed to be saying, "Pick us off quickly! Those people who are going to buy the fruits are waiting for us!"
Fall was in the people. People are wearing sweaters, undershirts, cardigans, and so on.
Where is fall anyway? Autumn is in the eyes of children, if we keep exploring and discovering, we will get a lot of knowledge that is not in books.
Autumn rain beat down on their faces. Piles of dark gray misty clouds pressed low against the earth. It was late fall already, and the endless forest was bare, the old trees standing somberly, letting the brown moss hide the wrinkles on its body. The relentless fall had stripped them of their beautiful garments, and they had to stand there withered and bald.
Autumn came with the sound of falling leaves, and the morning was as fresh as dew. The sky glowed with a soft light, clarified and ethereal, so that one wanted to hear the song of a high-flying lark, just as one looks at the blue sea and thinks of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wing of time, and as it flies away there is a moment of exceedingly splendid unfolding. So twilight.
Late autumn bottom clarification of the sky, like an endless calm turquoise sea; strong white light in the air jumping, like the sea surface of the microwave; the foot of the mountain pieces of sorghum swaying at times with the head of the rich spike, as if fluctuating with the red water; and the decline of the yellow leaves to the field with the color of the withered.
What a bright autumn, here, no longer scorched earth and ashes, this is a million mountain winds are wearing a red carpet of exuberance of the country. The red pines, embedded with bullet skins, are still alive, standing proudly on the high mountain rocks, the valleys are filled with whistles, and the white hope flies slowly through the rice fields.
When the harsh west wind brushes the sky more and more far away; when the children on the strand call for the head to look off the last of the geese flying south; when the vast field of boundless grass is swaying to the plant withered and yellowed when - when at this time, it is the autumn, it is the season of the trees to fall
The beauty of the early summer is that it is another beauty, which is different from the sunshine in the spring. The first time I saw the movie, I was in the middle of it, and I was in the middle of it. If the beauty of spring in the beauty of flowers, the beauty of early summer in the beauty of all kinds of competition green. What words should be used to summarize the scenery of early summer? "Green, fat, red and thin"? No, that is written in late spring flowers; "green dark red thin" - this is not far off! "Green" and "dark" describes the intensity of the green; "red" and "scarce" shows that the blossoms are fading, but they are still It's not absolutely nothing. Where is it? I put my eyes to search around, hey, found, the field ditch side of the bush wild rose, is not starry open a few small red flowers it? But the red seems to be very pale, pale almost lonely, especially in the surrounding green, more like, "late flowers sound halo shallow". Then look at the green, but layers and layers, boundless, green sinking, green sound, green cool to the touch, green illuminate such as Maundy, a moment to gaze out of focus, as if the whole sky is dyed green it.
Chen Yifan, "Early Summer"
The wheat in the field, unknowingly turned from green to yellow, so that a piece of the wilderness suddenly changed a face. The wind blew with a slight warmth, and sometimes sent the cuckoo's call, which told us that "spring has returned" but the season of early summer and April.
Shen Congwen, "Disappointment"
Spring has gone with the falling flowers, and summer has come with a full coat of green leaves bouncing in the warm wind. The leaves of the tall poplars on the ...... street were moving in the sunlight, releasing a layer of green light, and a layer of white air that seemed to be foggy or not was hanging around the blue sky upstairs; this layer of green light and white air made people feel a great pain in the heart, but there was a little bit of hair dryness.
Lao She's "Two Horses"
The morning of early summer, Tung Chung Village was covered with a thin mist. The sun is not out, and the warm wind blowing on the Pearl River carries a damp coolness. The kapok has bloomed, the peach blossom has bloomed, the snow pea blossom and the vegetable blossoms of various colors have bloomed, and the flat fields outside Dongchong Village, the green and soft rice seedlings, and the pale and verdant clumps of banana leaves, swaying in the wind, present a business.
Chen残云《香飘四季》
The drilling poplars that shade the roadsides, the endless grapevines on the fields ...... In early summer, wildflowers of all colors bloom: red, purple, pink, yellow, like gorgeous spots embroidered on a big green carpet; swarms of bees are busy in the flowers, sucking the stamens of the flowers. Hard at work they fly to and fro ......
From Wee Hee, "Roses for the Doctor"
We used to be a year away from the date of our summer trip, then a month away, then a day away. Time that nothing could change, stop, or rush finally brought June and the solstice and the beginning of our journey. Now we turn westward. We are dropping the wooded Maine and the White Mountains, with their kind of past, old-time elegance, behind us. We are crossing into northern Vermont, where rice-eating birds hop in the sunlight from luxuriant meadows dotted with golden phlox and wild swallowtails.
The sap of early summer is flowing unseen everywhere around us, in weeds and herbs, in short shrubs and tall trees. The sap passes through tens of thousands of miles of microscopic channels that surround the leaves and stems. In our imagination, we try to imagine what a great lake, what a great river, all this creates.
(U.S.A.) Irving W. Teal, "The Fun of Summer Travels"
Mid-summer
This is the time of the year just at the turning-point of summer, when the harvest of the present year has been decided upon, and the man has begun to think of sowing for the next year, and is about to begin to mow the lawn; when the rye is in spikes through and through, and the spikes are not yet full, but are still light, and the waves of a light green color fluctuate in the wind; and when the rye is all in spikes, and the spikes are not yet full, and are still light, and a wave of light green is in the wind. The green oats, together with the clusters of yellow grasses scattered about, jaggedly protruded from the late-sown fields; the buckwheat planted early in the season had sprouted and covered the ground; the fallow land, trampled by domestic animals and hard as stone, had been half plowed over, leaving only untilled paths; the dry dung heaps piled up in the fields gave off a greenish color at sunset, similar to that of the hydrangea, and were now being mowed down. At that time of year, the dried manure heaps in the fields gave off an odor mixed with hydrangea at sunset; in the lowlands the grassland beside the river stretched out like a sea, waiting for the scythe, and in that grassland there were dark piles of cut stalks of sour-molded grass in all directions.
(Russian) Len Tolstoy, "Anna Karenina"
Summer
The sky was clear, without a cloud in the sky, and the sun baked the ground hot; a south wind blew, and a wave of heat rolled up from the ground, which burned and suffocated people. Weeds can not resist the sun's exposure, the leaves are rolled into a thin strip. Whenever the afternoon, people are always especially easy to feel tired, as if just waking up, drowsy do not want to move. Even the birds in the forest are resting on the trees with their mouths open, too lazy to fly out to look for food.
Jin Jingmai's "Song of Ouyanghai"
The summer sun shines at the head of the sunken Hangu Pass, and the arowana on the roof and the sunrise phoenixes at the entrance of the gate seem to be gasping for breath.
Outside the gate there were several poplars, their big fat leaves turning into a white scorching light in the air. Countless cicadas were screaming bitterly at the top of their lungs.
On top of the burning earth, only a shadow remained under these poplars.
Guo Moruo's The Entry of the Pillar into the Pass
The green leaves of eucalyptus trees swayed, the ripe paddy fields were golden, and occasionally a taro field appeared, which was so green that it seemed to be dripping with oil; and sometimes a few lychees appeared by the side of the road, and the tired fruits were gradually reddening amidst the sound of the cicadas. What a colorful picture of summer!
Qin Mu "betting on the race"
August sun like a fire umbrella, at noon, the sky is bright and dazzling, as if a large hot white horse mouth iron plate. The thin branches of the roadside willows were motionless, the shadows of the trees shrunk into a ball, and the leaves covered with a layer of dust were wilted and curled up. The tarmac was also softened by the sun, and looking into the distance, there seemed to be a transparent vapor rising from the silent, deserted road.
Wang Xinji, "The Return of the Soul"
There was nothing disturbing at this hour on a road in Xicheng, the capital city. The flaming sun was not yet shining directly, but the sandy soil on the road seemed to be glittering with light; the heat filled the air and exerted the power of summer everywhere. Many dogs held out their tongues, and even the old crows in the trees panted with open beaks,-but naturally there were exceptions. In the distance there was the faint sound of two copper marigolds striking against each other, reminding one of sour plum soup and vaguely cool, but the interplay of the lazy monotonous metallic tones made the silence all the more profound.
Lu Xun, "The Show of the People"
The summer weather, the fiery sun, sweeping away the morning dew, dominating the universe until after dusk, this is how heavy and boring time ah! People in this kind of oppression, lazy as if lost active vitality, especially in the afternoon that is even more terrible steam boredom; the road lying on the small stones issued a Zizi sound, and scorching people's feet heart of the burning heat. At this time of year the little garden, with its drooping phalaenopsis orchids and little roses of a drunken red; all showed weariness for the frightful light and heat, but the honeysuckle vines, deep in the leafy vines, bloomed luxuriantly. And when a sultry summer wind passed through there, it blew those strong medicinal scents into the door that was open to the yard.
Lu Yin "Ivory Ring"
This summer, the weather is particularly hot, although our Xiling Township is a mountain township, the daytime heat is sweltering to call a person can not stand, you are stripped naked, only wearing a pair of shorts, sweat is still straight flow. To the evening the sun set the mountain, only to have the wind hit the north dry mountain side blowing, cool, mixed with absinthe and pine resin breath.
Ren Dalin, "The Cricket"
Not a drop of rain had fallen in a fortnight; a light, milky mist filled the air, enveloping the distant trees; from there, a burning scent emanated. Many gray, dimly outlined clouds, floating leisurely in the pale blue sky, crept slowly past; a strong, withering wind kept blowing, but could not drive away the summer heat.
(Russian) Turgenev, "The House of the Nobles"
July is over, and with it comes the month of summer, as if nature, on the one hand, had watched the lovers in the Tabbouleh factory with such ardor that it had fought with them to win the battle. The air in this part of the country, which had been very fresh in the spring and early summer, now became stagnant and lazy. The thickness of the breath was always pressing down upon them; and at noonday a piece of the earth seemed to faint. The higher slopes of the prairie were yellowed by the sun, which burned as hot as in Ethiopia, but here, where the water murmured, there was still a sharp green color of grass.
(English) Hardy, "Tess of the D'Urbervilles"
Late Summer
The sun shone its rounded shadows on the ground through the dense foliage of the elms. The south winds of late summer and early fall blew in the scent of new wheat and artemisia. Late summer and early fall are pretty seasons in North Manchuria, and these are the best days of the year. The weather is not cool, nor is it topsy-turvy, the ground is still a little green, and people are not too busy.
Zhou Lipo, "Stormy Weather"
When the storm stopped, the yellow dust rested on the earth. The withered, yellowed shagangzi lay across the grassland like a dead dragon. The late summer sun, as soon as it peeked out from behind a lapis lazuli like thin cloud, was like throwing countless fireballs from the air, rolling down on the grassland, almost scorching everything on the grassland. The willows by the river, drooping their leaves, lowered their tips. The wild chrysanthemums that were only in full bloom, also wrinkled and rolled up their petals, shriveled up under the green grass. It was hot, so hot that people could hardly breathe.
Shagangzi seemed to be on fire. On the sandy slope, the young man, the shepherd, climbed upward in solitude. He climbed for a while, sat up to catch his breath, and continued to climb. His bare feet stomped on the hot sand and climbed up to the top of the shagang. The sand he stomped on flowed down to the bottom like a thin stream of river water, making a low "sizzling" sound.
Ulan Bagan "Grassland Beacon"
Summer in Jiangnan
The scenery along the road is really not bad, Jiangnan's midsummer, was a heavenly paradise scenery. Along the way, there is not a piece of barren land, are green rice, green trees, green mulberry forest. The first time I saw a pond, there were large lotus leaves and small diamond leaves floating in the water.
Cheng Zhenduo, "The Birds"
Summer in the Wild North
In the early summer, the wilderness of the northern countryside is vibrant and beautiful. White clouds float slowly in the sky, and farmers work hard in twos and threes on the vast land. The soft willows hang low on the edge of the quiet creek. The urchins at the river's edge spoil the quietness of the stream: "Look! Look! The loach! This little toad!" The shouts of laughter drifted through the flowery morning, making one feel y the joy of summer.
Yang Mo's "Song of Youth and Spring"
When the flower-winged whelks call every day in the countryside sweet, and call the thirst of the black soil golden and undulating, a season that most tantalizes the crofters is ripening again off the scythes and the red tasseled whips, and off the bronzed pectoral muscles, biceps, and drunken smiles!
It's mango in May ......
Ren Zhixi, "Scenic View of Yimeng"
Summer in the City
Summer in the north is hot enough! The leaves of the trees are white, and the asphalt road is soft as sugar. The old lady who sells popsicles from her cart has already sold them all. Outside the door of a restaurant, several open arms, sweaty workers, holding cans of beer cans, tilting their necks to gulp down, like drinking horses, sweat can not stop out, as if a bead of sweat are this beer volatile ......
Shaw Fuxing, "took place in the hot summer"
The township summer
Summer scene
How fast is summer, how fast is it? p>Summer, how fast and lively it is!
The climate has given us the opportunity to take off our shirts and pants and wear only sweat undershirts and shorts with forked pants, to stretch our arms and kick our legs, and to run and chase, not to mention how easy it is. During the day, you can go fishing, touch crabs, sticky robin, if you want to swim, then you can always jump into the river, bursting splashes on the surface of the river, water fights, open your eyes to zap, hide-and-seek ...... Oh, that cool river water can simply make you forget everything in the world.
The night is also fascinating, if you step out of the town into the field. The sky is bright moon and stars, and the ground is drumming with frogs. You can be in the paddy fields to light yellow can, you can go to the bamboo forest to catch birds; the most interesting, or buckle fireflies - what a wonderful sight it is! In the hazy night, a green lamp, quietly and quietly in the grass on the stream flying between, this lamp went out, that lamp and light. As far as the eye can see, flickering, fluttering ......
Liu Jianping "flickering firefly"
Summer in the mountains
Summer arrives, the green mountains one day a kind, after the scorching sun, the sudden rain watering, that the grass and trees on the scurrying branch plucking and growing up very quickly, become green and green and black. At this time, the mountains in a green net up, those wolves ah bobcat ah wild rabbit ah ...... free and easy to be active in it, like a fish swimming in the ocean like.
Feng Deying, "Bitter Vegetable Flowers"
Hangzhou Summer
In the hot summer, I came to Hangzhou again. At this time of the year, Hangzhou, like Our Lady of the Mule, whose image is so varied in the Lama Temple, puts away the meekness of spring and becomes formidable. Scorching hot air like flowing flames, in the street wantonly run. The cool West Lake became a pot of boiling water, hot and steamy.
Qi Mingchang's Yao Lin Reverie
Snowy Mountains and Frozen Lakes in Early Summer
In early summer, it is ideal to ride on a steed to the snowy mountains. At this time, the summer will come, the mountain snow has melted, to the snow covered for more than half a year on the slopes of the mountain, and now appear like a ribbon of goat intestinal trails. The blue sky is seldom rendered by the sand and dust, clarifying like a turquoise lake. Looking far away, the white main peak of Bogda, giving people a majestic and beautiful, elegant feeling. The wind blew, the mountain snow dance, as if the blue sky flew over a piece of milky white gauze like streaming clouds, but also like the spring morning shrouded the earth's fog veil ......
Here are certainly cliffs, steep walls, fountains, meadows, but even more bizarre is the shimmering glacial lake. The lake is blue to the bottom, the surface of the lake reflects the reflection of the distant mountains. In the sunset dyed in the evening, you set up a tent in the meadow near the lake, put up a bonfire, look at the stars in the clear ice lake, and the bonfire dyed a red snow mountain, simply forget the summer heat, such as in the mythological world.
Zhang Mengliang, "Scenes from the Snowy Mountains"
Summer in the Great Northern Wilderness
In the Great Northern Wilderness in July, the weather was clear, and the breeze was blowing on the lapels of the people. The dense grass is thickly covered with colorful flowers that emit a charming fragrance. Pink cosmos, bright red wild lilies, standing golden needles, just like velvet embroidery, decorating the boundless earth. Bees, butterflies and dragonflies fly with colorful wings. Pheasants, ducks, herons, waterfowl, jumping happily in the low humidity of the marsh, muntjac, roe deer in the high slopes scurrying. The original masters of the Great Northern Wilderness, those black bears, wild boars, wolves, foxes ...... are not willing to retreat to the remote area, stayed in the azure mountains, mangan grassland, but also often sneak into the crop field to find food, invasion of the new owner. On the surface seems to be very peaceful wilderness, all creatures are here to fight for their own growth and survival. The view of the farm, surrounded by this beautiful world, is even more spectacular. The corn is green, the wheat is yellow, and the brightly painted tractors and combines, like ships, ride through the golden sea, splitting the waves of wheat and rolling along. They walked across a line, then revealed a black land, and pyramid-like haystacks, sparsely arranged in a pile on top of the land, the sun shines on the upper edge, shining dazzling golden light.
Ding Ling, "Du Evening Fragrance"
Drought
In the summer of 1971, Pangu Mountain experienced a forty-day drought.
There was no wind, no rain, and the heat was unbearable. Located in the valley, the "55 kilometers" of the small farm is even hotter. The towering mountains and the forests above them formed a barrier that surrounded the independent house. The air and the sun burned together. The trees hung down their long arms feebly; the grass withered and yellowed, and lay prostrate on the hot earth and stones, waiting for this early demise; the yellow cauliflower, the daisy, the brahmi, the broom plum, the white peony, all withered away in the state of bud, and the blazing sun could not allow them to show their faces and smile, and then turned it into dust, and miserably and resentfully left the world which they had not yet seen with their eyes open; the skinny thick plums, the black daily and persimmons, and the dried up mountain dingzi, mountain red, mountain pear, prematurely left the inability to bear their mother, fell to the mother who gave birth to his roots under ...... the world here temporarily stopped its process, everything is in a state of stasis. Occasionally a deer and tiger whistling, cut through this heavy silence, the long trailing sound lagging not scattered, which contains the fear of death and the hardships of life.
It was a burning world.
Even the Kurbin River was suddenly thin. In the center of the riverbed, the water, as thin as a thread, is slowly groaning toward the continuation of its hopeless life.
Liu Pengyue, "The Musical Family"
It was a dry summer. The water of the Don River opposite the village had become shallow, and the area where the rapids used to flow was now shallow, so that when the cows walked across to the other side, the water did not even reach their backs. Every night the dreary heat blew from the hillocks to the village, and the wind dispersed the scent of the grass into the air. The pastures were burning with dried tarragon, and sweet quinoa covered the banks of the Don like an invisible tent. As soon as night came, the sky across the Don was covered with black clouds, and the thunder thundered dryly and rumbled, but not a single drop of rain fell on the hot, steaming earth, and the lightning bolts struck without stopping, cutting the sky into many sharp, angular blocks of blue.
The owls hooted from the belfry every night. The horrible hoots passed over the village, and the owls flew from the belfry to the cemetery where the calves had trodden, and hummed on the tops of the brown, grassy graves.