You see, you see, there are many thorny brown fruits hanging on the tall maple tree and among the bare tall maple trees. Between maple and maple, look, look, there are several tall trees. Among the bare trees, there are so many orange fruits and so many small red fruits. This is a ripe wild persimmon on the mountain.
You see, far away, on the hillside, in the Woods, the leaves of Sophora japonica and poplar have all fallen out. They shook their bare branches in the cold wind. Evergreen pines and cypresses are straight; Like a mighty sentry, he never gave in to the howling north wind.
Winter is ruthless, whipping the world like a whip, growling at people like a lion, and endless. Listen, "Huhuhu", the wind is like the roaring Yellow River; Looking at the branches shaking violently by the roadside, there was dust everywhere, just as Malik was rushing by.
Winter is coming. A night of heavy snow turned Spring City into a world of powder and makeup. Trees in streets and square parks are covered with crystal snowflakes. The branches of willow trees are covered with hairy and shiny silver bars; Those pines and cypresses are covered with thick fluffy snowballs.
Between the mountains of Nanling Mountains and the beautiful and rich banks of Xiangjiang River, the green maple leaves gradually turn into deep purple, and then from deep purple to deep red. Red maple, like a burning torch, is held high between green mountains and green waters. It is dotted with Yuan Ye in early winter in the south of the Yangtze River.
In winter, goose feather-like snow falls in succession. The ground is covered with snow, thick and soft; Snow falls on the house, white, loose and soft; The trees were covered with snow, which bent the branches. The sun shines on the snow, giving off dazzling light, which makes people unable to open their eyes.
The trees along the road are covered with silver flowers, which are furry and thicker than before. Buildings shine with dazzling Yin Hui like Qionglou Yuyu. The path is like a white carpet, more like a skilled painter drawing a white and pure pattern for the earth.
Get up in the morning, it's foggy in winter. After the fog cleared, a wonderful scene appeared. The needles of pine trees are covered with thick frost, like a white autumn chrysanthemum. The branches of deciduous trees are covered with white snow, just like white jade trees; The weeping willows are wrapped in silver, and the bushes have turned into white coral bushes, which are confusing and confusing, as if they were in a fairy tale world.
In the cold winter, the goose feather and snow are flying in the air, and the cold wind blows the whistle and shakes the pine trees violently. Large tracts of snowflakes are pressed on the pine trees, and the branches are covered with thick snow. Snow and snow want to conquer pine trees, but pine trees have defeated snow and snow again and again with tenacious perseverance and cold resistance, waiting for the arrival of spring.
Autumn fruit
Autumn has come, but the ripe fruit has bowed its head. It's not narcissism, it's not narcissism, and it's not crying that you will fall from the branch. It is thinking: How did I mature?
It's not the wind, I'm afraid it's moldy;
It's not rain, I'm afraid it's withered;
Not light, I'm afraid it's already pale;
It's not hot, I'm afraid I'm already haggard.
Is there any fruit that ripens without wind and rain in the world?
Is there any fruit in the world that ripens without sun exposure?
Autumn scenery
What color is autumn?
Xiaomi said: Autumn is yellow. My name is autumn wind blowing yellow. Sorghum said: Autumn is red, so I call it autumn red. Cotton said: autumn is white, otherwise, where can there be such white clothes? Nothing like saying: autumn is dark, and I bloom as proof. Song and Bai said: There is no difference between autumn and summer. They are all as green as me. ...
Autumn shook her head and said: no, no, I am colorful. How monotonous autumn would be if I belonged to only one color!
The taste of autumn
Have you tasted the autumn? What does it taste like?
Apple said: autumn is fragrant, don't believe you smell it; Sugarcane said: autumn is sweet, try it if you don't believe me; Huai Zi said: Autumn is bitter, I don't believe you chew; Qin jiao said: autumn is hot, and everyone knows it; Guo Hong said: Autumn is sour, even the rocks in the mountains are known ... There are really different opinions.
Autumn smiled and said, Your opinion is half right and half wrong. I am fragrant, not just fragrant; I am sweet, not just sweet; I am bitter, not just bitter; I am spicy, not all spicy; I'm sour, not all of it. In my harvest, full of ups and downs, all kinds of flavors. Ask the farmer who has suffered a lot!
autumn wind
Some people say that autumn wind is heartless, complain that it blows away leaves, fruits and seeds, and say that it blows away a vibrant world.
Have you ever thought about this question?
If the autumn wind didn't blow the leaves off the top, wouldn't the leaves be torn to pieces by the severe winter? If the autumn wind didn't unload the high branches of the fruit, wouldn't the fruit be swallowed up by ice and snow? If the coin is the autumn wind that blows the seed off the stem, won't the seed be frozen? It is autumn wind, introducing leaves to roots, and letting them find their mother to continue their life; It is the autumn wind that hides the seeds in the thick soil and gives it a hotbed of spring; It is the autumn wind that brings the fruit into a warm home and keeps the embryo of life.
Thanks to the autumn wind, don't misinterpret its maternal love for protecting life.
school holiday in autumn
Floating leisurely, floating leisurely, hovering autumn leaves, seems to be concerned before falling.
Autumn leaves, are you afraid that people will forget your efforts? No, people will never forget your hard work. You will never forget the green in summer and the harvest in autumn. Autumn leaves, are you lamenting the shortness of life? Don't be so short of breath! Your brilliant life will not end with the arrival of autumn, and solid seeds will rush to spring with your hope. Autumn leaves, are you thinking that those branches that have lost their leaves will be frozen with frost? No, under your care, it is no longer the fragile and charming child yesterday, but has grown into a gentleman.
Floating leisurely, floating leisurely, autumn leaves are still wandering in the neighborhood. It seems that I don't miss the branches, I don't worry about fate, but I'm looking for my own home. It is thinking: since life has an unusual beginning, it should have an unusual ending.
Autumn soil
The land in spring is warm, which makes everything sprout; The warm land in summer makes life jointing; The land in autumn is honest, and the quality of the sower is proved by harvest.
If you plant weeds, you will harvest weeds in autumn; If you plant barnyard grass, you will reap a handful of barnyard grass in autumn; If you plant nothing, there will be no harvest in autumn.
If you plant sunflowers, the harvest in autumn is golden; If you plant sugar cane, you will harvest honey in autumn.
Qiu said: people, when sowing, you'd better think about what kind of harvest autumn will have first!
Autumn scenery
Spring has arrived, and when the earth is favored by nature, so many guests come before it:
The oriole came and sang a diligent song for the earth, in order to win the love of the earth; Butterflies come, waving their charming wings for the earth, in order to win the favor of the earth; Flowers come, covering the earth with red and green, in order to get the favor of the earth; Willow came, affectionate to the earth, in order to get the intimacy of the earth.
In autumn, the earth fell out of favor under the severe frost, and the guests who had been at the camp gate dispersed one after another: Huang Jia was dumb and didn't know where to fly; The butterfly hid, turned into a pupa and hid underground; The flowers withered and brought back the red skirt and green shirt from the earth; Willow withered, sprinkled on the earth a cold ... uneven autumn wind patting the earth, advised: don't pay attention to these fickle people in the coming year
The earth smiled indifferently and replied, If so, wouldn't I become as fickle as well?
Four Seasons-Autumn 2
I really don't understand why Ouyang Xiu described autumn so bleak when he wrote Ode to Autumn Sound. In my opinion, the bright spring colors of flowers and trees are lovely, but the autumn colors of fruits and vegetables are even more gratifying.
The rising sun makes the autumn sky exceptionally bright. The hillside dotted with colorful autumn wildflowers is more beautiful in the sun. The wind rustled the crown of the maple tree. A maple leaf fell off the branch and floated down with the wind. What a beautiful image it left on the world in the last journey of life!
It was a sunny day at the end of August, and the sky was as clear as water. The wind blew the ground clean. The wind makes the fields colorful. The wind yellowed the sorghum ears. There are bleached florets on the red japonica of buckwheat, like a layer of light snow, which falls on the crimson stalk. Thick soybean leaves, seen from a distance, are brown. In the village camp, in front of the windows of every household, there are strings of red peppers, beeping Dingzishan, mushrooms and ears of ripe tender corn, which are ready for winter. The eaves of others are as beautiful as those in the garden.
Autumn in the frontier, the scenery is very charming; Mature crops, fresh fragrance wafted with the wind; The verdant mountains and forests were dyed bright colors by the sunset. Beside the road, lilacs bloom late and swaying branches are leisurely; On the bank of the stream, many small Zizyphus jujuba are stained with bright "rouge" ... Looking at all this is like seeing a huge color picture.
Vilen was dyed yellow. Rice fields are as open as stones, and layers of golden waves flock to the endless horizon.
The orchard was dyed through. Persimmons, red apples, sparkling grapes and golden pears in Huang Chengcheng, the fragrance wanders in the transparent light. Dazzling gold. Everything probably no longer follows the law of absorbing or reflecting colored light, and reflects gold without exception. Autumn night, black velvet night, the fifteenth moon is like a jade plate full of gold. The twinkling little star is probably a little bit of broken gold scattered from the disk.
The sun in late autumn is like an orange umbrella covered with a quilt, emitting bundles of soft light, which shines on the body and face and is warm. In winter, the sun rises, and the dazzling light does not exist at all, just like a big round egg, Huang Er, hanging there. The last sunny season of the year has finally passed, and nature is ready for winter. The color of the forest changed, and then the fallen leaves covered the floor. In autumn, the broken branches and leaves first become mulch, and then become humus to nourish roots and weak seeds. At this time, everything is not eager to grow, but waiting for the next year.
Trees and crops began to sway in the breeze, and the leaves became calm and broad. Dew came back, wet the ridge in the morning and evening, and hung quietly in the field. Although the sunshine is still bright, it is no longer painful, but it becomes broad-minded and clear, as if it is finally powerless, and it is impossible to steam the field and reconcile with it; ..... Autumn is coming!
It is already late autumn, the endless trees in the forest are bare, and the old trees stand gloomily, covering their wrinkles with brown moss. Ruthless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, and they had to stand there withered and monotonous.
Four seasons-autumn 1
It's a sunny morning-so sunny that you believe that summer is over after all. The sky is cloudless and sunny; The air is filled with the songs of birds and thousands of insects; The garden next to the hut is crowded with some beautiful colorful flowers, shining in the sun, just like a flower bed covered with brilliant jewels.
It's crisp in autumn and clear in Wan Li. There are a few white clouds floating in the blue sky, just like a few waves in the blue waves. Autumn has come, the endless earth is covered with a golden windbreaker, and the tall and straight fruit trees are full of fruitful results.
Autumn, came to a small farmhouse. Warmly welcome a string of golden corn hanging on the tree. The full corn kernels in Huang Cancan show people the unique beauty of autumn. Under the eaves, Qiu kissed Chili's face, like a firecracker waiting for people to light it. Autumn, gently jump on the master's face, bless him and be happy for him.
Look, how happy corn is when Miss Qiu comes to the field. She deliberately changed a bunch of golden tassels and grinned, revealing white teeth. Soybean may be too excited, and some even burst into laughter; The meal was particularly polite, and I bent down to pick up my long-lost "old friend"-Miss Qiu. Sorghum has always been afraid to meet strangers. I was embarrassed to meet Miss Qiu, and my face turned red.
In the autumn frost season, due to the cooling of the atmosphere and the increase of the temperature difference between day and night, chlorophyll in leaves gradually disappears, while carotene and Julia in leaves are exposed, and leaves gradually change from green to yellow, orange and orange. Scarlet, finally crimson, just like now. I looked up at the crimson maple leaves and green pine trees, just like the green leaves set off the red flowers all over the mountain. I couldn't help shouting, "The red leaves in Xiangshan are so beautiful."
Miss Qiu is here! You see, this golden pear is small on the top and big on the bottom, like a golden gourd; Persimmon blushes, wearing a small straw hat on her head, like a red lantern on holidays, radiant: pomegranate grins and smirks at you; Bananas in Huang Chengcheng bend over, as if to say to people, "Come and taste the harvest fruit!" Look here, eggplant is dressed in purple robe, wax gourd is dressed in white gauze, green pepper is particularly heroic, but tomatoes are like shy little girls, so shy!
The weather is getting colder and colder, and the edamame leaves dragged to the fence have turned yellow; White A Man Called Autumn Flower, clumps of flowers protruding from the haystack, and small yellow flowers fluttering in the cool autumn wind, these scenes are most likely to arouse people's Qiu Si.
In autumn, when the fruits are ripe, the leaves of plants gradually turn yellow and fall in the autumn wind. Flying north and south, insects active in fields and grass have disappeared, showing a scene of grass falling everywhere, preparing for the snowy winter.
Four Seasons-Summer 2
Summer in the city-a road on the west side, the first good area, there is nothing to disturb at this time. Although the fiery red sun has not yet come directly, the sand on the road seems to be shining; It's steaming, it's in the air, and the power of summer is everywhere. Many dogs pull out their tongues, and even crows in trees vent their anger with their mouths open. However, there are exceptions. In the distance, the sound of several copper lamps colliding vaguely makes the memory of sour plum soup chill, but the lazy and monotonous metal sound intercropps makes the silence more profound.
-Lu Xun: "Showing the Public"
Summer in the country-the country is really beautiful. It was summer, wheat came from Huang Chengcheng, and oats were green. Hay piled up on the green pasture, and the stork walked with long red legs and twittered in Egyptian, a language it learned from its mother. There are some big forests around fields and pastures. There is an old house in the forest, and several deep streams flow around it. The big burdock grows from the corner to the water. They grow so tall that a child can stand under the tallest tree.
-[Denmark] Andersen: the ugly duckling
Summer in the mountains-going out for a walk, going up or down the mountain here, on a sunny May night, is like going to a beautiful banquet, just like going to an orchard, where every tree is full of the most elegant poetry fruits. If you are not satisfied with just standing and watching, you can take it away as long as you reach out and taste it at will, which is enough to intoxicate your soul. Sunshine is only warm, but never warm; The smell of the wind is gentle, often because it blows from the forest with flowers, so it brings a faint fragrance that is generally far away. With a mouthful of moist water vapor, it rubs your face, gently surrounds your shoulders and waist, and simply breathing is endless pleasure. The air is always clear, there is no smoke in the valley, and there is no haze in the distant mountains. All the beautiful scenery is like a painting before your eyes.
-Xu Zhimo: "Talking about Yushanju"
Summer in Taiwan Province Province-summer, in the countryside, after lunch, there is a long rest time. At this time, men, women and children are carrying benches or straw mats to enjoy the cool, take a nap and chat in the shade. People of the older generation, smoking hookahs with bare arms, always look carefree and tell many strange stories that we can't understand over and over again.
Sometimes, I will lie on a mat in the shade of a tree and wake up and stare at the treetops. The setting sun shines on the green leaves, the sun shines through the leaves, the breeze shakes the treetops, and countless flashing golden arrows shoot on the leaves. We had countless golden dreams under that big banyan tree.
Wuthering heights: banyan tree
Summer in a foreign country-summer in this area is particularly intoxicating. There is fresh, dry and fragrant air here, not the smell of lemon and laurel, but the smell of wormwood, pine and wild cherry; It is sunny in Wan Li for almost three months. The sunshine is warm but not hot, and there are no clouds in Wan Li. Sunny days have come, and for three or four weeks in a row, the dusk here is warm and the night is sultry. The stars in the sky are so focused and blinking deeply.
It began to rain. What a beneficial summer rain it was. It pours down and splashes happily, like people's tears of joy; As soon as it stopped, the sun came to visit and bask in the fields and hills with a bright smile of love, and thanked the sun with a happy smile everywhere.
-[Russia] Goncharov: Hobreau Moff
Four seasons-summer 1
Summer scenery-summer is the most beautiful season to transport the river beach. The blue sky, the vast white river and the endless green gauze cover up the village. In the sky, the goshawk is hovering; On the river, there are white sails carrying cargo ships; In the green gauze tent, there is the laughter of labor; In the dense and towering Woods, the cuckoo sings tirelessly.
-Liu Shaotang: "The oar sound of the canal"
Long summer-before and after the long summer, it is the transplanting season. Listen, the cuckoo calls, the drizzle is like smoke, and the fields in the south of the Yangtze River are green. Our rice fields are green, the seedlings have drunk enough wine, the days are long and the nights are big, and they become so strong for a time. They are tightly packed together, and the small paddy field looks very narrow. It's time to move them to the vast fields, take root deeply and grow sturdily.
-Dalin: "Transplanting Season"
Early summer-shady poplars on the roadside and endless vines in the fields ... In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom: red, purple, pink and yellow, like beautiful spots embroidered on a green carpet, and swarms of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and struggling to fly around ...
-Cong Weixi: A rose for the doctor.
Midsummer-the scenery along the road is really good. The midsummer in the south of the Yangtze River is a paradise on earth. There is no barren land along the way, only green rice, green trees and green mulberry trees. Occasionally, I saw some ponds with thick lotus leaves and tiny rhombic leaves floating on the water.
-Zheng Zhenduo: "Birds"
Midsummer-June 15, extremely hot. The ground was already on fire as soon as the sun came out. ..... The willow trees in the street are like sick, and the leaves are hung with a layer of dust on the rolling branches; The branches are lazy and drooping listlessly. There was not a drop of water on the road, and it was all white. How high the dust on the sidewalk flies, it is connected with the gray air in the sky, forming a vicious gray sand array, which burns the faces of pedestrians. It's dry everywhere, hot everywhere and sultry everywhere. The whole old city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless, the asphalt road melts, and even the bronze medal in front of the store seems to be sunburned.
-Lao She: Camel Xiangzi
Spring description-describes the spring.
Jiangnan in spring is beautiful, the wind is soft, the air is fresh and the sun is warm. Wheat seedlings in the field are like the sea, scattered villages are unsinkable boats, criss-crossing winding rivers, willow branches by the river spit out buds, and reeds are green as soon as they come out; The calm river wakes up from the simplicity of winter and is covered with the color of nature.
First of all, the snow on the Chaoyang hillside is melting, slowly revealing the yellow and black land. Last year, snow water moistened the soil and soaked grass plants. The hibernating grass roots covered with snow wake up, forcefully and gradually push away the old grass plants and rotten leaves and struggle to grow up. At the same time, the seeds of plants and trees falling with the wind last autumn were also wrapped in wet soil, rooted in the grass and fought for their lives.
This year's solar terms are naturally a bit late, and butterflies are still very weak; Butterflies are so tall and straight when they are born. It seems that the world is really sweet and comforting. There are only three or four white clouds in the sky, which are not too heavy. Swallows nail little black children to play on them.
Nature in spring looks beautiful and happy, just like a girl looking forward to the future; The grass turned golden, and the autumn flowers showed their pale petals. Daisies rarely cut the grass with white eyes now, but the color is getting thicker, and the sun has tilted, allowing orange and sudden light to make long shiny traces slip into the Woods. These marks will soon pass like a robe dragged on the ground by a woman who said goodbye to you.
In February and March of spring, the light blew slightly, and it began to rain in Mao Mao inexplicably. Thousands of soft willows relaxed their yellow-green eyes, red, white and yellow flowers, green grass and green leaves all came like people at the fair, forming a brilliant spring. Those little swallows, so cute, so cute, also flew from the south.
Wan Li is clear. Miss Chun squinted in the sun. The new green leaves and the fog and smoke in the fields are like her clothes. With the pace of her spring, the green grass broke through the ground and stood out almost with her feet.
The climate in Xishuangbanna is like spring all year round, but spring is still the best season. It was spring, and on the eve of the Dai Water-splashing Festival, we came to an olive dam called Emerald in Xishuangbanna. When we set foot on this land from the boat of Lancang River, we immediately felt as if we were in a natural tropical garden. There are trees everywhere and flowers everywhere. Walking on the path between villages is like walking on a well-built tree-lined road, only the golden light of the sun shines through the cracks in the dense leaves.
Spring is surrounded by mountains, and it does not leak. The peach blossoms there are still in bloom; Wandering thin clouds fly from one peak to another, sometimes stopping for a while, in order to block the sun and teach the flowers and plants on the ground to avoid the threat of flames in its shadow. The vines and other ferns grow in the shade under the rocks and beside the bottom of the mountain stream. Red, yellow, blue and purple grasses are dotted on the green.
Time is like a spinning wheel. Autumn has passed. Winter has passed. The god of April comes with pleasure. Butterflies are flying in groups, birds are singing in groups, and miscellaneous flowers are blooming in the treetops. At this time, the southern countries of chlorine and fluorine have been unable to carry strong vitality.
This is the season when all trees win glory. On the distant horizon, it is no longer the winter that stands tall. Old leaves don't have to worship or make that tragic self-sacrifice to protect trees from the cold winter. Here, even in winter, the sunshine is as bright as gold, the rain is warm and abundant, and there are inexhaustible nutrients under the surface. Ten thousand mu are dreaming their happy dreams in the breeze.