About Autumn Prose
About Autumn Prose, life, when it comes to prose, I believe many people have read a lot of it! The prose is a literary genre that expresses the author's true feelings, and the content of the prose form is very broad. Good prose tender more people become better, the following is about the autumn prose!
Autumn - the paper to send deep feelings
I am close to the blue blue sky, and the clouds drifting in the fingertips of time. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. The veins of the leaves, hollowing out the years of love, and under the falling red, washed out the dust of the heart!
Summer's lush has passed, leaving the wind and rain tears, dry heat polished body laziness, sweat holes in the clear, all the prostrate figure, in the clouds in the wash out the years of lead, soothing in the autumn;
Waiting for a rain dash, raindrops rhymes, along the veins of the leaves, fell into the heart of the time of the lake. The robins, grasshoppers, and crickets snatch the pastoral music of the fields.
I opened the dusty gate, the old courtyard houses are still the same as in the old days. The courtyard, which has been called for a thousand times in my dreams, is fixed in the depths of my soul, and my eyes are overflowing with tears. There seems to be the breath of the wind, the familiar flavor, gently knocking the softness of the heart ......
We bent down and began to clear the grass crazy courtyard. Nephew closed the electric switch, well water gushing out, sweat shallow slip, humid airflow and the smell of grass, puffed into the heart.
The heart of the chapter slowly opened long memories, childhood teenagers innocently laughter, from the eaves, windows, stone table pure and simple fun to rush.
Along the familiar countryside, awakening the first ray of morning light, the village of the palm of the soul of my original home. Lianchang River is clear and shallow, between the tip of the wave valley and the tip of the wave, how many of my young dreams.
Any one of the wind and clouds, planting eyebrows into the heart; research an ink grass Cui flowers colorful, nourishing the spirit of warm lungs; painted a volume of the valley fruit Gan, soul fragrance. A sleeve of sky high and cloudy, a warm and gentle Tingyao, shallow honor and disgrace success or failure, parked out of the sadness and joy.
The sunlight in the thin wings of the cicada in the fall, blowing vast; moonlight in the fragrance of osmanthus, fragrant.
Autumn shallow slow, I am in the wind fingertips, carving a soul, write down the dream of spring, summer warmth, the fragrance of autumn, that a leaf of paper, that a section of the fruit of the depth of love, condensation and polymerization of joy in a time of joy, good and virtuous in a life of the extant of the song.
Regret a wall of green, understand a bend in the moon sadness, with the wind with the book, invite the moon with the word cooking, let the rumors of the proverbial reward and punishment of merit and fault, laugh and talk about sitting through the dust, see the clouds rolled clouds blossom and fall, the joy of seeing through the red dust.
Any heart pulse to follow the pace of time, know how to get is also a burden, give up is not harvest. The Buddha said, "Bodhi is not a tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing, where the dust."
Autumn wild - shallow hometown look
A rain rolled up the summer curtain, the morning dew crystal with the grass inside. I was along the flower path of my hometown, in the passing of the road, salvaging the interest of childhood.
The field, the valley harvest flowers and grasses have not yet received the instructions of the fall, free and easy to raise the time on the good. Bonobos tender green vines, climb with abandon, hung with brilliant yellow flowers;
Bowls of flowers along the path of the fence, decorating the vegetable garden lace; leek flowers beckon fun, swaying. The most reckless is the pink bean flowers, leisurely in the cool autumn quiet night look, fragrant moon and stars.
The creek is shallow, dense grass, soothing flowing water swaying a strain of watercress lyricism, yellow butterflies fluttering around the grass dance. My careful footsteps, or disturbed a group of waterfowl play, "Croak! Croak! Croak" call, dozens of egrets spread their wings, flying hovering ......
The morning fog shrouded the woods, "ding dong, ding dong," the cowbell, soothing and rhythmic. Occasionally, the thorn bushes, purple flowers waving; barren artemisia is the protagonist of the mudflat, occupying many years without a large water beach, fine yellow green leaves, overflowing with shallow odor.
A few sand mining pits, the water is clear and quiet, turquoise watercress as soft as hair, with the flow of water soothing twist, occasionally a small fish jumped out of the water, looking at the time of the good ......
I'm a lost wanderer, in the hometown to find the soul of the true, in the face of the familiar mountains and waters of the mountain ridge cliffs, know: young, the world is so big. When, the world is so big, I want to go to see; after forty years old, where is my root, fall leaves to return to their roots ......
A lifetime in their own familiar hometown of the old house, in the affection entwined in the countryside voice genealogy. Every drop of rain and dew is sweet and mellow, every tree and flower is a kindred spirit, and every breeze and moon are good and kind. I try and persistent growth, spirited smile to meet, honesty and perseverance groveling.
The joy of life in the course of the idle pick up the time of the fragrance of the warmth of the soul, moisturizing the soul of the ghost of thought, in the time and history of the penetration, Zen enlightenment life of mercy and goodness.
With the words to discover or promote the hometown of the thick or classic, with the cry of joy or proclaim the fertility of the countryside or thrive, a vein of even Changhe's heart and blood, pious in the breeze dance moon lyric, the brook playing the zither grasses and trees cheering;
Himself and with the rhythm of the new era, with the resonant voice, reciting the poetry of the people in love with each other, the natural simplicity and elegance and generosity of the ballad of the Changhwang! ......
About Autumn Prose 2I've always been attracted to the fall. I love the quiet beauty of an autumn leaf.
Autumn, is the end of a time, but also the beginning of a time.
Spring has fallen flowers, fall leaves in the fall, which is destined to be a beautiful curtain call of nature.
Autumn is never silent. Those fluttering leaves, is its most affectionate narrative. The silent leaves, is the most voluminous and calm poetry.
The reason why the fall is beautiful is that it creates a beautiful atmosphere.
From the first fall leaves floating down in the fall, the autumn mood is like an ocean methodically coming to us. It is one of the gentlest assaults, hitting our sentimental hearts all at once.
Zhou Guoping said: "The two most valuable things in a person are life and soul.
When we use a full and plentiful soul to drive all the beauty of life, it is a kind of luck and happiness.
Outside the window, the coolness of the fall rain is within reach. A shallow dewdrops, clear hanging on the tip of the grass, so weak, so bright, so innocent. It refracts the light of the sun and the moon, refracting the light of the years.
That is a life of the dewdrops in the murmur, that is a pair of affectionate eyes in the deepest expectations, that is the age of the heart of the room loaded with a pure crystal.
Time is like a book, one open and one closed, life has been fast 'walk through. We should cherish, is this fall and evening.
The life of you and me, after all, only this precious once. Life is like this, keep a pure color is the most appropriate ......
Shallow autumn, with an autumn leaf dreaming thousands of miles, that a cloud and water tenderness, is the warmth of this life is not enough to enjoy.
The clear autumn, a brimming sentiment cast to the sky, cast to the earth, cast to the dust of the autumn water, I identified your splendor, but also identified your mutilation.
Never stop looking for a warmth in the depths of the years. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need.
It is said that the past time but a cloud of smoke, but I believe that there are always some of the formation of a beautiful picture, accompanied by your years of happiness.
Autumn, the heartbeat hidden in a cracked pomegranate, the beauty hidden in the sunflower golden smile, a poetic thoughts hidden in a love and fly in the fallen leaves.
This fragrance of life, is with countless suffering, frustration, trials and tribulations brewed, the only way to taste discretion to that a wisp of light fragrance on the heart.
Every soul that comes for the good is an eternal song in the vast universe. I believe that there have been footprints of the place, is indelible beauty. If the heart is constant, that really, beautiful everything will be permanently dispersed ......
Read life, read the natural time, at the same time, also put a landscape in the song of the insects in the joy of the acceptance into their own hearts and minds. A person only open the arms of the heart, only to be able to release all the inner, only to be able to harvest a different sense of life. The beauty of life are in the road, are walking in ......
A leaf from green to yellow, always need time, every process of life just go through frankly, no need to be anxious. Let everything in life come lightly and go well.
Come with a brand new smile, go with a brilliant warmth. The evening's grind into the mud, only for the next year more brilliant as before.
When the autumn leaves gradually thin, frost dew gradually thick, the expected winter is no longer far away from us. When you have slept through the white dream, it will be spring again, and I will wait for you at the end of the spring, and I will not see you again.
One day, we will be like a leaf returning to its roots. If destined to end up in the soil, then let this return to go more beautiful, more elegant, more moving ......
There is always an autumn leaves, memory of everything you give today. Because of a sincere companion, will feel so solid and beautiful. This wonderful everything, it is worth to stay for the rest of the life to keep repeating to remember.
From not booking the journey, I believe that withering is also a kind of travel, if it should happen to meet, even at the end of the world, will also meet.
Look away from the once distant, let the beautiful place has been beautiful, let the happy mood has been happy there. May there always be a tomorrow for your story and mine.
A spring flower, fragrance of an encounter, an autumn leaf, bright a life. Like autumn leaves warm in the heart, a shallow smile, will be drunk with thousands of rivers and mountains.
This fall, if I can turn into an autumn leaf to fly to you, please be sure to read the poem I wrote for you on the heart vein of the first phase of thought when you hold me in your hands.
An idle brush with autumn colors, autumn from the heart to love from the thick. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The most important thing to remember is that it is the most warm and memorable one in the world.
The most beautiful is the autumn. This fall ah, I have always wanted to walk with you on that maple leaf covered path, there is the soft quiet of the autumn wind, there are white clouds of idleness, there is a companion of you listening to the heart, with me to keep the years of the long, that is a picture of the life of the most beautiful ......