Thanks Anne
Spring, a season full of vitality, is also a beautiful season, this year's spring, like a graceful and naughty little girl intentionally came slowly. A year's plan is in the spring, the spring breeze blew, everything is revived, hardworking people in order to harvest fruitful in the fall, is busy plowing and sowing, sowed the seeds of hope.
While, spring his first footsteps, always set foot in the city in the cold still exist in the earth and the earth. However, it makes the glacier broken, so that everything stretch to become soft, vibrant, so that every good new are full of fantasy and hope.
In my sleep, I dimly heard the little swallows "chirping, chirping". Oh! It's spring. I went out of the house. After the spring rain, the air seems particularly sweet, fresh, I breathe y, feel.
The light wind blew slightly, like hair-like rain fell from the sky, millions of soft willows, stretching their muscles. Look! The fragile and delicate grass is breaking out of the ground, greedily sucking the milk of spring. After the winter baptism of the big trees scramble to send new branches. The three banyan trees in front of the house began to grow some tender green leaves, as if wearing a new hat, so beautiful, the birds in the tree jumping around. The delicate azaleas bloomed brilliantly, swinging her soft body in the spring breeze. Little frogs squatting in the pond on the lotus industry, "croak, croak," screaming, as if to say to humans: "Spring is coming, spring is coming!" The tadpoles were playing freely in the water.
What a spring scene!
Spring is so beautiful, spring is so lovely. Spring, she gives people vitality and gives me hope.
Tulip Kingdom - Prince Edward Bay
Ah! I love spring!
Tulip Kingdom - Prince Edward Bay
In this sunny, spring day, my mom and I went to Prince Edward Bay, known as the "tulip kingdom" to play.
Coming to the gate of the park, I saw both sides of the verdant, green and lush trees, as if they could cover the sky. On both sides of the road, all around, all surrounded by flowers. Into the center of Prince Edward Bay, surrounded by tulips, red, pink, yellow, orange ...... different colors, a thousand shapes. Looking from a distance, as if these tulips are a huge battalion, they stand on a piece of fertile land, neatly lined up. A tulip swaying in the arms of the wind mother, as if in a beautiful dance to nature. On the tulips, butterflies, bees, all gathered, as if enjoying the hope that spring brings them.
Walking along the path in Prince Edward Bay, you can enjoy the fragrant scent of spring while watching the cherry blossom trees on both sides. Cherry blossoms, small and white, they open a small pink face, smiling. A breeze blew by, the cherry blossom petals will drift down with the wind, floating in your hair, floating into your sleeve ...... This feeling is really something else poetic it!
Through the path, into the eyes of a green lawn. The lawn, there are three "ecological corner". The one that impressed me the most was the ecological corner called 'Cultural Journey'. This is a relaxing courtyard with various combinations of plants, horizontal platforms, and water features, which gives people a natural and comfortable experience of the European style: the white guardrail is particularly eye-catching against the backdrop of the banana tree foliage. In front of the fence, there is a ground with a light brown floor. On the ground, there is a glass coffee table, on which there is a crystal clear glass fish tank, under the sunlight, the glass fish tank looks particularly beautiful. On either side of the coffee table were two sky-blue lounge chairs, and the flower bed in front of them was filled with exotic flowers and plants. This kind of courtyard, in my opinion, is simply heaven on earth!
Time went by and our trip was coming to an end, but what will never fade away in my memory are my feelings about this enjoyable tulip culture tour.
Moonlight
Night, just darkened, thick fog layers diffuse, rippling, smoked a calm and peaceful night, white fog in the light of the gentle moonlight and street lamps, then dyed gold. Under the moonlight, the leaves of the trees "rustling", as if playing a "moonlight song", delicate and poignant, deep and wonderful, the beating notes as if from the hazy moonlight out of the leap, mesmerizing.
The depths of the night, the fields are hazy, the mountains are longing for shadows, the water is dissolving, the fireflies are dotted, the candles and lamps, a good picture under the moon!
Life is much like the Moonlight Song and the scroll! The beating melody renders the sadness and joy of life and the separation. Life is short, how can it not be like "Moonlight Song"?
The moon in the sky, bright and gentle, soft moonlight to the night baked a calm and peaceful, the moon's light fell on the trees, falling dappled black shadow, sporadic like a broken bar hanging on the trees in general.
Everything in the world is God's creation, are very and attainment, but the moon is different, the moon has its own character, there is a cloudy and round, the moon's divine grace is reflected here. Why should the moon strive for splendor? Her purpose is to make the night no longer scary, to give people a piece of warmth, a piece of light!
Isn't it the same with people? Some people are just like the moon, quietly dedicating themselves to others? Although it is just an insignificant little thing, but each other will feel a trace of warmth, this is the connotation of the moon.
Night, has been silent. The moon quietly shed its remaining light, trying its best to drive away the darkness, and sending people light, warmth and care!
Pan Tianshou Park
When I was in kindergarten, my favorite place to go was Pan Tianshou Park.
There in the spring, flowers bloomed, a few green buds sprang up on the land, and from time to time a few bold and naughty sparrows came to join in the fun. The children play happily by the upright saplings.
In summer, people walk around the square in undershirts with a popsicle in their hands. The children, some holding lollipops, shouted, "It's hot!" . Some slide on the handrails of the stairs. Some were moving around on the sports equipment, happy. Others are playing badminton, soccer, basketball. It's really lively! Trees, more than usual look greener. Roadside of a few large trees stretching branches and leaves, "rustle" sound, as if to say: "Come on, come on, come to me here to cool it!
When late fall is approaching, you can often see old people in the morning. Some of them were practicing tai chi, while they were twisting and turning in a fan dance. In the early morning, a few flowers still have a few drops of crystal dew on their petals. Some of the trees and flowers were not very vigorous and had already lost their leaves. The leaves of some trees have already withered and yellowed, slowly detaching themselves from the branches and falling to the ground.
In winter, the north wind howls, the wind relentlessly blowing the bare trees, a few trees stood there, only a few adults, some children in the square. Sometimes the snow flies, like the winter girl to the earth mother popping the quilt. It was a good time for the children to play. Some of them are throwing snowballs at each other, some are holding carrots and erasers ready to build a big, round snowman. Others are piling up snow, probably trying to build a mountain of snow!
Pan Tianshou Square is so beautiful and lovely all year round, I love it!
The autumn of my hometown
The autumn of my childhood is also the autumn of my hometown, always blue, intoxicating, and occasionally drifting through the clouds, changing all sorts of shapes, allowing you to think about infinity. However, the fall of middle age is also the fall of the hometown, always missing then thoughts. A few days ago to Linyi, on the highway, looking out the window of the blue sky and white clouds, seems to have returned to childhood and hometown.
Autumn symbolizes maturity and brings people the joy of harvest. I remember in the frosty twilight, not far from the smoke, holding a round and large groundnut, the mood with the words now is how "cool" ah! When I was older, I searched for the endless fragrance of autumn in the soybean barley burnt with dead leaves, and I dare say it was the most delicious fragrance of beans in the world! At least it's never been smelled in town yet!
Autumn is again the season of "K'ung Hwang". The original green leaves gradually lost the color of life, in the wind, frost, snow and rain under the attack, day by day yellow, and then quietly drift down with the wind. In that moment of enjoying the beauty, one has to thread the delicate yellow leaves into a string and hang it under the eaves, waiting to enjoy the fragrance of the big pancake wafting from above as it burns. Drooling, the able lads could eat ten in one go. After I left home, I never smelled such a friendly fragrance again!
Then the falling leaves of the hometown, where there is no sadness, now the falling leaves of the foreign land, just countless frustration, in the bottom of the heart, the occasional emergence of the point of thought and comfort, is the face of this silent destruction, will be a fire like nirvana, or a transmutation of life.
Autumn
Some people say, "Autumn is beautiful!" I hear especially want to go to look for the fall.
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 flowers, as if they are about to 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 children's eyes, as long as we keep exploring and discovering, we will get a lot of knowledge that is not in the books.
Autumn in the old capital
Yudafu
Autumn, no matter where it is, is always good; but, ah, the autumn of the northern country, but especially come clear, come quiet, come sad. My not far from thousands of miles, to catch up with Qingdao from Hangzhou, and even more from Qingdao to catch up with the reason why Beiping, but also want to taste this "autumn", the capital of the autumn flavor.
Jiangnan, of course, autumn is also there; but the grass and trees carved slowly, the air to moist, the color of the sky appears pale, and often rainy and less windy; a person sandwiched between Suzhou, Shanghai, Hangzhou, or Xiamen, Hong Kong, Guangzhou, the citizens, chaotic past, can only feel a little bit of coolness, the taste of autumn, the color of autumn, autumn moods and gestures, always see not full, taste, enjoy the play to the full. Autumn is not a famous flower, and not wine, that a half-open, half-drunken state, in the process of appreciating the fall, is not appropriate.
Not meet the north of the fall, has been nearly more than ten years. In the south every year in the fall, always think of the Taoranting of the reed, Diaoyutai willow shadow, Xishan's insect singing, Yuquan's night moon, Tanzhe Temple's bells. In Beiping, even if you do not go out to strike, that is, in the Imperial City in the middle of the sea of people, renting people a rafter to live in the rafters, get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea, to the yard to sit down, you can also see a very high and very high turquoise color of the sky, listen to the green world of the sound of the flight of pigeons. From the bottom of the acacia leaves, towards the east, counting the sunlight that leaks down, or in the waist of the broken wall, quietly facing the trumpet-like petunias (Chao Rong) of the blue flowers, naturally, you can also feel very much of the fall. When it comes to petunias, I think that blue or white is the best, purple and black is the second best, and light red is the lowest. The best, but also in the bottom of the petunia, taught to grow a few sparsely pointed and long autumn grass, so as to accompany.
The acacia tree in the north is also an embellishment that reminds people of autumn. Like a flower but not a flower of the falling stamens, in the morning, will be spread all over the ground. Feet on it, there is no sound, there is no smell, only a little bit of very fine and very soft touch. Street sweepers in the shadow of the trees after a sweep, the dust left on a broom silken lines, looks both feel delicate, but also feel free, subconsciously and also feel a little lonely, the ancients said that the sycamore leaves and the world knows the fall of the distant imagination, about these deep places.
Autumn cicada's weak sound, is more of a specialty of the North; because of Beiping everywhere all the trees, the house is low, so no matter where, can hear their cries. In the south is not to go to the countryside or mountains to hear. The hissing of the autumn cicadas, and crickets and rats in Beiping can be the same, simply like every family are raised in the home of the family insects.
There is also the fall rain, the northern fall rain, also seems to be more than the south of the rain, under the strange, under the taste, under the more decent.
Under the gray Shen Shen sky, suddenly came a cool wind, then rest Leisuo landing rain. A layer of rain, the clouds gradually rolled to the west, the sky is green again, the sun is showing its face again; wearing a very thick green cloth singlet or jacket curved urban loafers, biting the pipe, in the shadow of the slanting bridge after the rain, on the bridge under the trees to a stand, meet acquaintances, they will use a slow and leisurely voice, sighing and answering each other:
"Alas, the day is really cool! --" (The word "got" is pronounced very high and dragged out.)
"It's not? It's getting cooler with the fall rain!"
Northern people read the word "formation", always always like the word "layer", flat and oblique up, this mispronunciation of the ambiguous rhyme, but came just in time.
Northern fruit trees, in the fall, is also a spectacle. The first is the jujube tree; the corner of the house, the wall, the side of the hut, the door of the stove, it will grow up one by one. Like olive and pigeon egg like this jujube balls, in the middle of small oval fine leaves, showing light green and yellow color, it is the heyday of autumn; and so on the jujube tree leaves fall, jujube red finish, the northwest wind is going to get up, the north is the world of dust and sand and dust, only this jujube, persimmons, grapes, ripening to the eight or nine points of the turn of the month of July and August, it is the northern country's good day of the autumn, is the best of the year, there is also no
Some critics say that the Chinese literati, especially the poets, have a strong sense of decadence, which is why there are so many words praising autumn in Chinese poetry. But what about foreign poets? Although I do not read a lot of foreign poetry, and do not want to open the account, do an autumn poetry prose bill, but if you go through the collection of English, German, French, Italian and other poets, or the poetry of various countries of the An-thology to, always be able to see a lot of songs about the autumn of the song of praise and lamentation. In the long idyllic poems or poems of the seasons of the famous poets, there is always a part about autumn. The part about autumn is always the best and the most flavorful. It is clear that animals with senses and human beings with feelings are always capable of arousing deep, distant, severe and melancholy feelings for autumn. Not only poets, is closed in the prison inmates, to the fall, I think will also feel a can not feel their own deep feelings; autumn in the human, why have country, more why the difference between human species class? However, in China, there is an idiom of "Autumn Scholar" in the text, and in the reading books there are very common Ouyangzi's "Autumn Sound" and Su Dongpo's "Red Cliff Fugue", etc., so I feel that the Chinese literati have a particularly deep relationship with autumn. But the deep flavor of autumn, especially the deep flavor of Chinese autumn, must be in the north, to feel the end.
South China's autumn, of course, also has its own special places, such as the moon on the 24th bridge, the Qiantang River's autumn tide, the cool mist of Mount Putuo, Lychee Bay's remnants of the lotus and so on, but the color is not strong, the aftertaste is not forever. Compared to the North China's autumn, is like a yellow wine and white dry, rice and steamed bun, perch and crab, yellow dog and camel.
Autumn, this north of the fall, if you can stay, I would like to life two-thirds of the fold, for a third of the zero.
Splendid seasons, the most beautiful autumn scenery
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the cycle of the four seasons, is the most beautiful scenery that nature has given to the earth. Spring flowers, summer sunshine, autumn leaves light, winter snow frost; spring flourish, summer onion, autumn colorful, winter pure; spring flourish, summer noise, autumn lofty, winter peace; spring flowers, autumn moon, summer cool wind winter snow. Describe the four seasons of the beauty of the famous lines, like the changing seasons, each with a sense of beauty, charm. The former said ready. I thought, the four seasons, the most beautiful autumn scenery.
Everything is still watching from a distance. The so-called poetry, is nothing more than spring, summer, fall and winter, the natural beauty. Only those who know how to appreciate it can realize its beauty. Autumn scenery is the most poetic. Lush trees, colorful flowers, dense grass. Lush plants, gorgeous scenery, is the beautiful world that nature has given us. It is really mesmerizing, let people forget to return. Birds in the forest, butterflies and bees in the flowers, and dragonflies on the grass represent the joyous song of life. Listening to the cicadas in the forest, enjoying the color of lotus by the pond, and sailing a light boat on the lake are the best enjoyment. A cool autumn breeze blowing in the face, the feeling is so pleasant, how magical. Autumn night stars, the moon shining high, brilliant starry sky, the breeze Buddha, bringing people how much thought, how much fantasy, can not help but call people touch the scene, let a person with a thousand feelings. Attracting many artists to draw a number of beautiful scrolls, more literati wrote a number of moving poems. It can be said that the beauty of the picturesque, mesmerizing.
Autumn scenery is beautiful and charming, is colorful. Autumn is the season of harvest, bring people the joy of harvest. Everything is ripe, fruitful, happy, happy in the heart. Orange-red round persimmons, hanging on the tree; golden pear fruit, full of branches. Snow-white cotton like a sea of clouds, yellow corn piled up all over the yard, bright red chili peppers hanging in front of the window, crunchy jujubes all over the tree. Yang warm sunshine, cool breeze, full of mountains and forests, the earth of an autumnal scene. Such a beautiful fall can not be beautiful? The beauty of the autumn scenery, not only with the eyes to appreciate, with the ears to listen; you can also use the mouth to chew, with the heart to feel. Otherwise, people say "spring flowers and fall"?
The beauty of the autumn scenery is a bleak beauty. Autumn is the autumn wind, thousands of trees fall leaves, flowers withered season. When the word "autumn" is added to the word "heart", it becomes "sorrow". That's why autumn always makes people nostalgic and full of sorrow. Liu Yuxi, a great writer in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem saying: "Where does the autumn wind come from, sends the geese away, comes into the garden trees in the morning, and the lone guest is the first to hear it". In the classical masterpiece "Dream of the Red Chamber", there is also a poem that says: "I feel that the autumn window is not full of sorrows, and the autumn rain helps to make it bleak". Fruits have gone through the wind and rain, showing their true colors, accomplishing their mission, bringing joy to people, but dedicating themselves. Leaves are yellow, maple leaves are red, very beautiful, but the autumn wind blows, the leaves into a pile, into fertilizer, nourishing the roots; flowers are also in the last moment of bloom, releasing the beauty. Waiting for it is also withered, withered. For flowers, as long as they can bloom, even if it is only for a short time, they will live up to this life. In fact, the human life is not the same?
The world is not perfect. Whether it is the flowers of spring, summer fruits, autumn fruit, winter grass. Their growth is not smooth sailing, there is always this or that kind of defects. But they have worked hard, struggled, persevered, brilliant. Although there are bleak, but beautiful. I have always loved Tagore's poem, "I wish to live like the splendor of summer flowers, die like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves." I appreciate this paragraph, "even if the last ray of the dusk of the sun to send out a strange and brilliant light, that is not willing to fall and sink the last struggle, but also to the supreme love of life is a pursuit of positive, it does not care about their own ultimately be green hills, perhaps this is the true meaning of life that nature wants to tell people".
Autumn is the most beautiful of the four seasons. It not only brings people beautiful enjoyment, but more is to bring people a wonderful feeling. I'm sure you're right, my friend.
Autumn, the eternal chrysanthemum
Wen/Red Moon
The autumn wind, blowing up the beauty of the autumn, the juvenile affairs of the heart, left behind in the wild chrysanthemums fragrant season ......
--Title note
Autumn wind wants to thick, blowing down the tenderness of a place;
Autumn rain lingering, bring the love of the heart full of feelings.
It's already fall, and the wind is filled with a bit of star cold. Push open the window will feel the coolness, will feel the autumn wind and rain, bleak and confused. "The mountain monks do not understand the number of a, a leaf falls to know the world in autumn" when the first leaves drifting, only to know that autumn quietly came. So, change into that creamy white warm cashmere sweater, care up this sentimental season. Milky white is his favorite color, he said I put on the milky white clothes, it is more like a doll.
When the faint aroma of chrysanthemums began to permeate the time, always remembered the memory of the depth of the small town full of wild chrysanthemums, I know that I have things on my mind, such as the trailing grass in the spring of the call of the unstoppable growth. My heart is the wild chrysanthemums on the grass in front of the building. My heart is the wild chrysanthemums on the earthy slopes of my hometown.
The small town in my memory should also be filled with wild chrysanthemums in such a season, right? I'm not sure if you've ever tasted chrysanthemums with me on a small slope, but I'm sure you're still feeling the deepest love for me from the sighs of the people who are thinner than the yellow flowers.
The colorful and rich chrysanthemum on the slope of the soil is willing to be in a kind of pure and clear situation, without expectation and without fear. It has an indifferent look, such as water; it has experienced the wind and frost damage, like a sword. Silently tell the story of autumn, some of them ......
Rhythm of the autumn night
Blowing a slight cool wind, in the silver-white jade disk of the moon's soft illumination, a voice whispered to me: into the autumn ......
Slightly feel the coolness, cloaked like moonlight like a soft white veil, flying in the deep blue sky like onyx leaves, peacefully floating down in my hands, I lowered my head, looking at this small leaf, although a little yellow, but still born so lovely, or let you return to the roots! I gently blow, it flew away again.
I raised my head again, the moon is more beautiful, half of the silver disk hanging in the sky, the vast dome of the flickering a few fluttering faint, I don't know is the star in the sky, or on earth, the lamp. And close, the next door to the murmur of human voices, occasionally mixed with the sound of the wind whisking leaves, and a burst of birds of the remnants of the song.
When the remaining sound of the hot summer footsteps has not yet dissipated, in season, the messenger of autumn has quietly descended to earth,. In the moment the two seasonal goddesses rubbed shoulders with each other, nature attributed his vigor, his bravado, to the wind. After this, as the weather turns cooler, showing in front of people, is a page belongs to the autumn scenery.
I walked out, came to the quiet square, the grass is silent, the trees are silent, but I seem to hear them whispering. What are they saying? I think it must be dissatisfaction with the god of autumn ...... An airplane overhead swept by, breaking the beautiful silence. The moon went crazy and the grass went wild. The wind was not so soft, there was like a dragon whistling long and long, a dragon chanting. The darkness faltered, and the stars and moon were obscured by an elfin and mischievous cloud, which soon drifted away again with great reluctance. The moon smiled, and this light shone brighter, and the moment the cloud drifted away, the earth was gradually illuminated by silver light, as if it were seeing hope again after the darkness had receded.
The light came back, and a touch of warmth flooded into my heart ......