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Country lanes
A familiar song drifted into the ears, so kind, pulling me leisurely back to the memory of the country lanes.
Both sides of the road are full of all kinds of weeds, from time to time in a piece of lush emerging a little red, it is easy to *** have the heart of the visual nerve, can not help but want to be close to the detailed view clearly. Look at it in this lush non-stop smile and play, that want to go to pick the hand suddenly stopped in mid-air, quietly watch some, and then quietly away.
Followed the squeaky voice all the way to go, those cunning little things from time to time in the grass jump to jump to follow their shadows to turn over the grass to search, who knows it has long been from the grass slipped away. Sometimes my heart itches with hatred: "Damn crickets, I don't believe I can't catch you!" According to the bushes with a wooden bar to smoke a gas, to stop and then listen carefully, who knows that the sound of the call from another direction.
Especially in the summer night, pacing in the full of flowers and grass fragrance full of natural aura of the path, feel the cool evening breeze caressing the face, the heart seems to be in the invisible was injected into the countless poetry. Is squinting to revel in this moment when the mood, suddenly was the distant picture of the light and dark scene to the impressed. Oh, it turned out to be the elves with small lanterns! Without hesitation, I followed them, and when they were not prepared, I gently folded up my palms, and one or two fireflies would hide in my palms. Then I put my palms together and looked in between my fingers, and the weak light suddenly became so powerful. Sometimes, also did not forget to bring a few home, put those little elves into the mosquito net, so in the night of the lights out, in the night of the world are silent, confused, looking at the tent of the light and dark light, peaceful and cozy sleep.
Early in the morning, before the sun has risen, early to run to the path, collecting flowers and plants on the string of dew drops. When the sun opens its eyes, the sunlight shines on the dewdrops, reflecting a tantalizing light. The sun is getting more and more energetic, sucking up all the dewdrops on the flowers and plants, leaving only a faint trace of gray soil, signaling the crystal that once existed. At this time, their own body that was wet with dewdrops on the clothes were also dried by the sun, patting the dust on the hands, it is time to go home to eat!
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The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night.
The countryside of the path recorded my growth of the little by little, how many tears and laughter are with the wind in the memory of the path, soaked in the night of the dew became my growth of nutrients.
However, now such a feeling can only be experienced in the song itself.
Away from the countryside life, all day in the metropolis for the livelihood of busy running, and occasionally in the disillusionment and despair, would like to find that a small road to filter their own bitter heart, but unfortunately, in addition to the hustle and bustle around is endless noise. And I remembered that the road is now also because of the development was built paved with black asphalt of the national highway.
So, after wandering around the crowded streets, I finally returned to my house, put on my headphones, and walked back to the familiar countryside again to the sound of music.
2. Please write an essay on country roadsCountry Roads
My father knocked out the bathtub in the bathroom last week and planned to install a shower.
So the house is "dusty". I can't even take a shower this week.
My mother told me to go to my grandmother's house to take a bath, so I thought it would be a five-minute walk from her house. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products in the world, and then you can get your hands on some of the most popular ones.
Grandpa alone on the balcony drinking tea, his old man weekdays to play mahjong recreation, the evening will drink tea, watch TV, and occasionally go out for a walk. Grandma was busy! She helped me bring the heater, open the water heater, adjust the water temperature, urge me to be careful slip, tell me which side to add cold water, which side to heat the water ...... as if I have not grown up, or a small child.
I went into the bathroom, which is already very warm. But everything was out of hand because of the habits of the house.
Suddenly, this is actually the first time in six years after moving to Grandma's house to take a shower! Essay When I was a child, I stayed at my grandmother's house during summer and winter vacations. At that time they still lived in the countryside.
I was very upset because the old house was only about fifty square meters, and I always asked my uncle to pick me up there. I especially liked the summer in the countryside.
Composition morning, the air has not yet cleared the moisture. Pick a long dogwood by the side of the road and hold your grandmother's hand to go to the field to release the sheep.
Along a country road, on both sides of the field, patches of green seedlings, stained with crystalline dewdrops, seems to be able to see tadpoles swimming in the water in the field. When I came back, I followed my grandmother to pick the corn she grew, which was my favorite food, and which she grew especially for me. At that time, it seemed that there was always an endless supply of corn! In the evening, Grandma helped me take a bath every day before giving it to my brother, which was my capital to show off to him at that time! In the countryside, there was only a regular supply of hot water, so Grandma could only use the warm water boiled on the stove to rinse me, and she used a towel to wipe my back and rubbed soap on it, and those rough hands made me feel very gentle and comfortable.
always rely on the water basin said today I sweated a lot, so you can enjoy a little longer; but she always said that the water in the basin is almost cool, do not allow me to say again, then pour the basin will be poured out of the water, a burst of refreshing to come, with the fragrance of soap, Grandma Granny for me to wash away the day's dust ...... after the bath to go to the washboard to ride on the cool, it is the most summer night! The most cozy thing about the summer night is that you can't get enough of it! I was small enough to lie on the cold washboard.
I looked up and began to count the stars and look at the moon, the only regret is that Grandma can not tell stories, just on the side of the bushel fan for me to shake, she was soon very sleepy ...... quiet night. I can only hear the bugs in the field, the distant sound of the train driving by, and Grandma's gentle snoring; accompanied by bright moonlight, I also saw those interlocking country roads in the distance, thinking about tomorrow when the sheep to go, we must pick a few more dog tails; in a trance, I saw the neighboring chimneys floating out of the curls of smoke, so late, is not the family out of the house to go far away, stepped on the countryside of the road just arrived home? ...... Mother is outside to urge.
After coming out, Grandma brought a hair dryer, let my mother to blow my hair, said to catch a cold. After blow-drying your hair, we went home! The cold wind on the road, with the fragrance of the soap, but not the familiar fragrance of the night ...... night, as if it was a long time ago dream.
Age by age, busy schooling, hurried life, this scent gradually faded, became gone. The familiar countryside road, since Grandma moved, there are seven, eight years of light did not go! The new home of the grandmother, I do not go as often as I did when I was a child.
Last year, I heard from someone that a factory was going to be built in that area, but it hasn't started yet. I must take the time to go there again! I want to re-travel the country roads that have been separated for many years; I want to see what is planted in my grandmother's former cornfield; and most importantly, I want to smell the fragrance of the four nightshade plants at the edge of the field! Before that beautiful land is leveled by rumbling machines, I decide: go there next weekend! Country roads to take me home.
3. Write an essay on country roadsCountry Roads
My father knocked out the bathtub in the bathroom last week to install a shower. The house was a "dusty" place. I can't even take a shower this week.
My mother asked me to go to my grandmother's house to take a bath, and I thought it was not far from her house, a five-minute walk, so I agreed to do it. Grandpa alone on the balcony drinking tea, his old man weekdays playing mahjong for recreation, the evening will drink tea, watch TV, and occasionally go out for a walk. Grandma was busy! She helped me bring the heater, open the water heater, adjust the water temperature, urge me to be careful to slip, tell me which side to add cold water, which side to heat the water ...... as if I have not grown up, or a small child.
I went into the bathroom, which is already very warm. But everything was out of hand because of the habits of the house. It struck me that this was the first time I had taken a shower at my grandmother's house in six years after moving! Essay
When I was a kid, I stayed at my grandmother's house during summer and winter vacations. At that time they still lived in the countryside. I was very upset because the old house was only about fifty square meters, and I was always clamoring for my uncle to come and pick me up there.
I especially like the summer in the countryside. Essay
In the morning, the air is still damp. Pick a long dogwood by the side of the road and hold my grandmother's hand to let the sheep out in the field. Along a country road, both sides of the field, patches of green rice paddies, stained with crystal dew, seems to be able to see tadpoles in the water in the field swimming. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular corn in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular corn in the world," he said!
In the evening, Grandma helped me take a bath every day before giving it to my brother, which was the capital I could show off to him at that time! In the countryside, there was only a regular supply of hot water, so Grandma could only use the warm water boiled on the stove to rinse me. She used a towel to wipe my back and rubbed soap on it, and those rough hands made me feel very gentle and comfortable. Always rely on the water basin said today I sweat a lot, so you can enjoy a while more; but she always said that the water in the basin is almost cool, do not allow me to say again, then pour the basin will be poured out the water, a burst of refreshing came, with the fragrance of soap, Grandma Grandma for me to wash away the dust of the day ......
After the bath to go to the washboard to take a ride on the cool, is the most summer night! The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on your own! I was small enough to lie down on the cold washboard. The cool breeze was mixed with the scent of nightshade, but Grandma didn't know who planted the four nightshade plants in the field. I looked up and began to count the stars and look at the moon, the only regret is that Grandma can not tell stories, just on the side of the bushel fan for me to shake, she was soon very sleepy ......
Quiet night. I can only hear the insects in the field, the distant sound of the train driving through the loud, and Grandma's gentle snoring; accompanied by bright moonlight, I also saw those interlocking country roads in the distance, thinking about tomorrow when the sheep to go, we must pick a few more dog tails; in a trance, I saw the neighboring chimneys floating out of the curls of smoke, so late, is not the family went out to travel, stepping on the countryside of the road just arrived home?
...... The mother is outside to urge.
After coming out, Grandma brought a hair dryer, let my mother to blow my hair, said to catch a cold.
After blow-drying my hair, we went home!
The cold wind on the road, with the fragrance of soap, but not the familiar scent of the night to come ......
The night to come, as if it is a long time ago dream. Age by age, busy school, hurried life, this fragrance gradually fade, become gone.
The familiar countryside road, since Grandma moved, there are seven, eight years of light did not go! The new home of Grandma, I do not go as often as I did when I was a child.
Last year, I heard from someone that a factory was going to be built in that area, but it hasn't started yet. I must take some time and go there again!
I want to walk through the countryside again; I want to see what is planted in my grandmother's former cornfield; and most importantly, I want to smell the fragrance of the four nightshade plants in the field!
Before that beautiful land was leveled by rumbling machines, I decided: go there next weekend!
Country roads to take me home.
4. The countryside of the trailScenic composition: countryside of the trail There is a trail between the village, the trail on both sides of the flowers fragrant nose, intoxicating fragrance intoxicated by the spring in March running children, the countryside of the trail, the countryside of the extension of the climb of the story of the month of March, in the countryside of the trail walked through the countryside of the countless folks, there are na?ve children holding spring kites walk through the countryside of the trail, there are countryside of the old man holding twilight plow old cow walk through the trail, the countryside of the countryside, the countryside of the old man holding twilight plow old cow walk through the trail. There are innocent children holding spring kites walking through the country lanes, there are old men in the countryside holding old oxen in the evening plowing, there are girls in the countryside shaking their dark and thick braids walking through the lanes, there are strong young men picking two full buckets walking through the lanes, and every day a cheerful song is sung in the country lanes, and the cheerful song is sung with the beautiful stories of March spring stretching to the distant fields. There is a path in the countryside, the path is the story of spring, every day there are countless simple folks passing through the path, there is a clear stream in the countryside by the path, in the green grass, "Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding Dong" flow of the story of the countryside, the story of the story of the old oxen in the fields for the harvest plowing hope, the story of the story of the children after school to return to the joyful laughter, the story of the story of the story of the story of the story of the story of the story of the story of the story of the children after school to return to the joyful laughter. In the story there is the joyful laughter of children returning from school, in the story there is a butterfly fluttering in the flowers in the countryside dazzling with the song and dance of spring, in the story there is the waterwheel "Zhi Zhi Ga Ga" sound of turning swaying with the clouds of the years and drifting to the faraway places. Countryside trails, is the most beautiful story in the spring, written in March of the poem Mo with the mood of spring depicted in a piece of God's spring home, countryside trails, there are countless stories of the countryside in the ancient villages singing songs, with the jumping notes of the stream flowing into the distance, the distance is a field, the field has a few huts, the sunset sunset glow in the huts, the dazzling smoke dazzled with the countryside people's dreams! Floating to the long white clouds, floating to the ancient countryside, floating to the fields of hope, floating to the hometown of the mountains and waters. Trail between the countryside, is the extension of the dream, in the countryside between the extension of a sentimental attachment, the countryside, is the countryside of the bright moon, in the hometown of the mountains think of the loneliness and loneliness of the faraway foreign lands, the countryside of the trail is the color of the flowers, the gorgeous colors change out of the light of the years, shining in the eye-catching spring of March, a peaceful and quiet beauty of the countryside depicted a faction of the gorgeous and harmonious idyll. Country lanes, is the hometown of the clouds, in the long blue sky floating in silence, floating a youthful ballad, the countryside of love is the orchard of fruit, budding in the spring, ripening in summer, harvest in the fall, in the winter to fly, the countryside of the lanes, you send a wanderer's dream piggybacked on the guests from afar, the countryside of the lanes, you write the countryside of the life in the fields of harmony and soaring clouds! Dreams and hopes of the countryside, the countryside of the trail, a poem of the countryside of the four seasons, in the colorful splash of infinite splendor. Walking through the countryside between the trail, walking through the spring of March, walking through the March kites, walking through the countryside in March, the countryside of the trail, is the hometown of attachment, in a long trail, one end of the hometown of attachment, one end of the countryside of attachment, attachment is also a kind of miss, in the distant countryside of the old dream of missing the dream, dreaming of returning to the hope of the field, dreaming of flying the white clouds of the blue sky, dreaming of dancing in the youth of the * * * countryside of the trail is a poem of the vicissitudes of time, a poem of the countryside, a poem of the countryside, in the colorful splendor. The vicissitudes of time in the poem, between the lines of a piece of the countryside March spring amorous feelings and fondness, in the countryside between the mountains and rivers to draw Mo a countryside idyllic life, lonely and long. Country lanes, is the song of life, in the ancient story, in the years of poetry, in the clear stream, in the diary of life, in the years of composition, there is a countryside scarecrow, in the fields for this beautiful countryside watch over the happy future .
5. Description of the countryside scenery paragraphs1. In the morning, people have not waited for the fish in the river to wake up, they have poked their dreams with a Penny. Fog is thick, the opposite side of the shadow of no one, and so the two boats close to each other, only to be shocked out of a cold sweat, and said that the risk of good and good, but the boat has been wrong by more than a foot. This place has a fishing old man, seventy-eight years old, crane hair, voice like a bell. "Fish and shrimp for sale!" is a common cry, but it is like waking up from an intoxication and drinking a cup of tea, which makes you feel relaxed and energized. Occasionally, a lazy man on the boat, who had drunk too much last night, climbed out of the cabin in a daze and stood at the stern of the boat to let down a line of muddy urine before the sun came up. The water for cooking still has to be carried from the river! Often there are two lovely birds, catching the top of the river willow tree, four eyes, chirping, chirping, infinite tenderness, snuggling. A pair of carp in the morning out of the air, taking advantage of the fog, playful, regardless of the old fisherman envy and helpless eyes. As the day dawned, the sun shone in all directions, dispersing the rootless fog. The whole village suddenly came to life. Farmers woke up early to do two things: to pour out the nightly incense and to cook breakfast. The toilets of the people in this area were often located near the river, and the male and female masters did their respective jobs in parallel, without feeling anything wrong. Later in the day, the village is full of chickens and dogs, students go to school, farmers work in the fields, and laborers do their jobs. 2. Early in the morning, I always wake up naturally, watching the light outside the wooden window getting brighter and brighter, and the chirping of the birds from chirping to diminishing, thinking that they are going to catch worms after the party. Sometimes there are pleasant singers, called a few times to fly and fly away. Get up and look at the time on the cell phone, not yet six o'clock, the sun has gone up between the trees, the light will be faintly smeared on the east wall, the light cast in the house covered with floating dust, small particles in the light happily rising and sinking, such as the morning dance. I cleaned up my mother, pushed her to sit in the sun, and began to make breakfast. Life in the countryside is free of the concept of time, and everything can be done in a hurry. There is a path between the countryside, on both sides of the path there are flowers fragrant nose, intoxicating fragrance intoxicated by the children running in the spring of March, the countryside of the path, is the countryside between the extension of the story of the March climb in the countryside of the path through the countryside of countless folks, there are na?ve children holding spring kites walk through the countryside, there are countryside old man holding twilight plowing of the old oxen walk through the path, there are countryside girls flinging the dark and rough braid walk through the path, there are countryside girls flinging the dark and rough braid. There are country girls with dark and thick braids walking through the paths, there are sturdy young men carrying two full buckets of water walking through the paths, and every day a cheerful song is sung on the country paths, and the cheerful song sings the beautiful stories of spring in March stretching out to the distant fields. There is a path in the countryside, the path is the story of spring, every day there are countless simple folks passing through the path, there is a clear stream in the countryside by the path, in the green grass, "Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding Dong" flow of the story of the countryside, the story of the story of the old oxen in the fields for the harvest plowing hope, the story of the story of the story of the joyful laughter of children returning from school. In the story there is the joyful laughter of the children returning from school, in the story there is a butterfly in the countryside dancing in the flowers dazzling with the song and dance of spring, in the story there is the waterwheel "Zhi Zhi Ga Ga" sound of rotation swaying with the age of the clouds, drifting to the faraway places. Countryside trails, is the most beautiful story in the spring, written in March of the poem Mo with the mood of spring depicted in a piece of God's spring home, countryside trails, there are countless stories of the countryside in the ancient villages singing songs, with the jumping notes of the stream flowing into the distance, the distance is a field, the field has a few huts, the sunset sunset glow in the huts, the dazzling smoke dazzled with the countryside people's dreams! Floating to the long white clouds, floating to the ancient countryside, floating to the fields of hope, floating to the hometown of the mountains and waters. Trail between the countryside, is the extension of the dream, in the countryside between the extension of a sentimental attachment, the countryside, is the countryside of the bright moon, in the hometown of the mountains think of the loneliness and loneliness of the faraway foreign lands, the countryside of the trail is the color of the flowers, the gorgeous colors change out of the light of the years, shining in the eye-catching spring of March, a peaceful and quiet beauty of the countryside depicted a faction of the gorgeous and harmonious idyll. Country lanes, is the hometown of the clouds, in the long blue sky floating in silence, floating a youthful ballad, the countryside of love is the orchard of fruit, budding in the spring, ripening in summer, harvest in the fall, in the winter to fly, the countryside of the lanes, you send a wanderer's dream piggybacked on the guests from afar, the countryside of the lanes, you write the countryside of the life in the fields of harmony and soaring clouds! Dreams and hopes of the countryside, the countryside of the trail, a poem of the countryside of the four seasons, in the colorful splash of infinite splendor. Walking through the countryside between the trail, walking through the spring of March, walking through the March kites, walking through the countryside in March, the countryside of the trail, is the hometown of attachment, in a long trail, one end of the hometown of attachment, one end of the countryside of attachment, attachment is also a kind of miss, in the distant countryside of the old dream of missing the dream, dreaming of returning to the hope of the field, dreaming of flying the white clouds of the blue sky, dreaming of dancing in the youth of the * * * countryside of the trail is a poem of the vicissitudes of time, a poem of the countryside, in the splendor of color. The vicissitudes of time in the poem, between the lines of a piece of the countryside March spring amorous feelings and fondness, in the countryside between the mountains and rivers to draw Mo a countryside idyllic life, lonely and long. Country lanes, is the song of life, in the ancient story, in the years of poetry, in the clear stream, in the diary of life, in the years of composition, there is a countryside scarecrow, in the fields for this beautiful countryside watch over the future of happiness....
6. Essay "Countryside Trail" more than 450 wordsThere is a trail between the village, the trail is lined with flowers fragrant nose, intoxicating fragrance intoxicated children running in the spring in March, the countryside of the trail, the countryside of the extended climb between the countryside of the story of the month of March, in the countryside of the trail walked countless countryside of the countryside of the father and mother of the countryside, there are na?ve children holding spring kites walk through the countryside of the trail, there are countryside of the old man holding the The old ox in the twilight plowing walked through the path on the road, there are country girls flinging dark and thick braid walked through the path, there are robust youth carrying two full buckets walked through the path, the countryside of the path every day singing a cheerful song, cheerful song sings a beautiful story in the spring of March.
Walking through the countryside between the trail, walking through the spring of March, walking through the March kites, walking through the countryside in March, the countryside of the trail, is the hometown of the ties, in a long trail, one end of the ties to the hometown, one end of the ties to the countryside, the ties are also a kind of miss, in a distant foreign land miss station ancient dreams, dreaming of returning to the field of hope, dreaming of flying the white clouds of the blue sky, dreaming of dancing in the countryside of the youth of the ***, the countryside of the trail is a song of the years, the countryside, the countryside, the countryside, the countryside, the countryside, the countryside, the countryside, the countryside, the countryside. Trail is a poem of the vicissitudes of time, in the words between the lines of a piece of March spring amorous feelings and fondness, in the countryside between the mountains and rivers to draw Mo with a countryside of the idyllic life, lonely and leisurely. The country lanes, is life a cheerful folding ballad .......
7. Please write a composition of not less than 800 words on the topic of countryside storiesThe beautiful countryside, although not as busy as the city, has its own unique quiet.
In the spring here, the mountains are beautiful, flowers and birds, everywhere overflowing with a kind of vibrant beauty, everywhere exudes a kind of natural simplicity of the quiet. Far away from the mountains, a green, but not so lonely, because there are groups of lively birds singing on the branches.
The creek at the foot of the mountain is shallow, the shallowest place is not my knee, the deepest part is not higher than my shoulder. Every summer vacation, as usual, I have to go back to my hometown. Every time I go back to my hometown, the first place I play is the creek at the foot of the mountain, I love to go there not only because the creek is clear, clean, but also because there are many creeks on the taller than me, long, big stones. These rocks allow me to rest on them, with the bright sunshine, the warm breeze, the stream singing tinkling, in such an environment, I will fall asleep without realizing it, as if no one else is there. These rocks also allow me to have a big adventure, I climb from this rock to that rock, a fine pattern on the top, a small shallow puddle will make me stop. These games are boring to the onlooker, but if you were to play them, you would not be able to stop playing them either. I love this creek because there are so many shrimps, crabs and fish in it that I can play here to my heart's content.
The countryside is also very special when you eat, because of the special location, some people do not have a terrace, so often clip a small part of the dishes in the bowl, and then take a bamboo chair with a backrest, to the neighbor's terrace, while eating, while looking at a green hill in the distance, inlaid with a piece of green farmland, but also to feel the balmy breeze, the heart of the relief. If the bowl of food is finished, it will go to other people's tables, clip some dishes, and then chat, and then slowly and leisurely walk to the terrace, the sky is high and eat up.
The air in the countryside and in the city is very different. Whenever I traveled from the country to the city, I would quietly fall asleep not far from home and sleep all the way to the city. Even though I am hundreds of miles away from home, it feels like my heart is filled with fresh and intoxicating air.
The countryside is so unique.
8. countryside path essay about 300 wordsToday, the weather is sunny, cloudless, I went to the countryside with my parents for a walk on the path. Both sides of the path is lush, green grass, and a variety of wildflowers, red, yellow, white, purple, really like a beautiful big flower bed. A breeze blew, I smelled a faint fragrance, is to float around, attracted a lot of bees, they are diligently picking pollen it!
From a distance, a green piece, interspersed with golden rapeseed flowers. Green with yellow, yellow with green, as if the fairyland, beautiful. At this time, I was a hairy thing pricked, take a closer look: this is a strange shape of things, the upper body like a chicken heart of a large peach, the following three feet, and like a full of thorns of the cactus, but also like a golden sword, mom said that this is a kind of valuable medicinal herbs.
The roadside fruit trees are full of fruit, like a small red lantern hanging high in the branches. Farmers are busy watering, fertilizing and catching insects in the fields, and from their cheerful singing, you can see that this is a harvest season.
Country roads are not only beautiful, but they can surprise you from time to time.
9.Soon after the sun set, the western sky was still burning with a reddish-orange sunset. The sea, too, is colored red by this haze, and is more spectacular than the sky. Because it is active, whenever a row of waves rise, that reflected in the wave crest of the sunset, and red and bright, almost like a piece of Huohuo burning fire, flickering, disappeared. And the row behind, and flashing, rolling, surging over. The haze in the sky gradually faded, and the deep red color turned to scarlet, and scarlet to light red. Finally, when all the red light disappeared, the sky, which suddenly seemed high and far away, took on a solemn look. The earliest star of the beginning shone in the dark blue sky. It was so big and bright that it was the only one radiating an eye-catching light in the whole vast sky, like a bright lamp hanging high in the sky. Autumn Colors Fugue You see, the west side of the depression in the persimmon tree, red is how beautiful. It is like a piece of fire, dazzling red. Many poets and painters have praised the color of the maple leaves, but compared to the persimmon tree, the maple leaves are not much better. There are apples, the famous red banana apple, is also so red, so bright, so delightful; big golden handsome apple is golden, flashing a yellow-orange color; hawthorn tree is full of a red agate like red fruit; grapes, more colorful, the kind of called "crystal", long, green, crystal clear. The crystal is transparent, as if it is carved out of crystal and jade; and the kind called red rose, is purple with bright, rounded and lovely, like a string of purple pearls ...... You can also go to see Ji Xianlin Yu Qiuyu's essays, there is a "century of beautiful writing", "Dharma Shadows". The Cultural Journey, The Frosty River, The Boundless Walker, Notes on a Mountain Dwelling. I have bought a series of essay collection should also be able to It is "to the forest", "to the sea", "to the bird", "to the hometown", "to the mountains" .......