People's perception of changes in seasons and changes in scenery is often closely related to their own moods. It is indeed a classic to be moved by the scene. In the previous twenty-eight cycles of spring and autumn, every autumn, although the autumn air was crisp, the climate was pleasant, and the autumn scenery was as poetic as picturesque, I never dared to look at it more than once. I didn’t hear the mournful cries of the geese flying south, and I didn’t see the autumn scenery. He Shuangjian hates each other, but their haggard hearts never dare to open.
Some people may ask, since you don’t like autumn, why do you write so many articles praising and savoring autumn? The taste of autumn scenery can be said to be: Thousands of people, thousands of faces, thousands of hearts, the times change and the environment changes. This year's "When the Flowers Bloom" contains the love of 28 spring and autumn years, which was condensed into her "When the Flowers Bloom" superbly, allowing me to find her who had been separated for 28 years on the vast Internet. The old dream reunited, and the two of us reunited. Hearts gathered together, spraying out fountains as bright as fireworks.
Towards autumn, my heart, which had been closed for 28 years, suddenly opens up. My inspiration for autumn is like wings flying out of a cage that has been closed for a long time. I feel everything about autumn: the blue of the sky, the thinness of the clouds, the softness of the wind. The harmony, the greasiness of the rain, the refreshment of the air, the beauty of the scenery, the brightness of the moon, the brightness of the stars... made me write more than ten pieces of Autumn Song, Autumn Dance, and Autumn Rhythm in one breath.
Today is Sunday. If you have free time, you might as well accompany me to go to autumn and listen to the sound of autumn amidst the picturesque autumn colors.
When you walk into the park, you are greeted by the bright light music. From the happy laughter, you can hear the sweet "wow, wah" sound of the couple making love in the lake.
In the forest of birdsong, the birdsong gradually became sparse, rising and falling, and merged into flowing songs and flowing feelings, dripping down the tree shade, hitting the heartstrings, splashing out dancing music, and waking up. The leaves of the wood are fluttering like butterflies, dancing nimbly into the embrace of the earth, and the gentle snoring is stirring the passion of the roots.
Standing on the Wensi Bridge, across a lake with ripples like shimmering broken silver, you can look at the sculptures sitting on the mountains and flowing water, as if the harmonies of the guzheng are coming from the water, gathering your emotions. The sea of ????heart is transformed into a lasting and eternal bosom friend.
The Tianning Pagoda, radiant with Buddha's light, captures the blue sky and floating clouds, and the chanting of Buddhist sutras can be heard from afar, blessing devout people to live in a peaceful rhythm.
The majestic heritage of Beacon Mountain is reflected in the autumn water of Su Dongpo's inkstone washing pool. The gentle waves are rippling, and the eternal song of "the great river eastward is swept away by the waves, and the romantic figures of the ages..." also provide insight into the poet. of broad romantic sentiment.
In Lixianfang, you can’t hear the sounds of fighting and fighting during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. Only Ji Zha’s piety and courtesy make you unable to help but sigh from the heart. Voice.
The Maple Bridge sings late, the frost-stained maples dance, and the mother-in-law plays the classic "Frost leaves are redder than February flowers", making you inevitably think of the mood and harmony of "Nine-Nine Sunny Days" A low, lyrical voice.
Under the shade of the friendship tree, the autumn sun is shining high, and from the depths of the mist, the smoothness of English, the simplicity of Japanese, and the deepness of Russian can be heard, accompanying the vigorous singing of Chinese.
The sound of the waves is slow, rippling the Zhijin Pavilion, which is moistened by three folds, and the words "Butterfly Lovers" in Vietnamese and "Double Pushing Mill" in Wu are heard.
The word "Que" in Quejiao Pavilion always tells the suffering brought to China by the artillery fire that started on September 18th. There is no doubt that it should not be broken down. It records the past of friendly neighbors. Heinous crimes committed.
The steps of Hongmei Pavilion are wide and thick. The "Three Heroes of Changzhou" (Qu Qiubai, Zhang Tailei and Yun Daiying) once gathered on the second floor. It seems that you can still hear the great men's whispers and shouts.
For the rest of the time, please follow me, walk into the fields, and enjoy the singing and high notes of nature.
The golden ears of rice coated in autumn sway with the autumn wind, forming golden waves and waves. "Huh, huh, huh" is just like the accompaniment of the maracas in popular songs.
The singing of crickets, "cricket, cricket, cricket" tells you that nature is about to enter a peaceful winter; the occasional frog drum reminds people that autumn dew turns to frost and the season is about to turn cold. ; The sparrows who were looking for food were chirping, and after they had had enough wine and food, they were singing and dancing.
The hard-working plows create layers of yellow waves, exuding the farmers’ favorite fragrance. The rapid white waves spread along the canal, soaking the neighbors and extending to the distant soil, "squeaking" Squeak, gurgling "" makes you unable to distinguish between where you are unclear, and it is not difficult to imagine that you do n’t want a week. This land will be tender and green.
As you walk towards the river, you will hear the rumbling of machines and people’s laughter in the distance. The pink and white rivers are nestled on the river banks, quietly excreting the residual slurry after sedimentation. , the filtered liquid powder flows into the machine tool and turns into silver-white vermicelli, which is then dried into the beard of a birthday star, fluttering in the wind.
If you look back at the village, wisps of cooking smoke are dancing with the singing of the threshing machine. My innate desire will take you into the farmer's field, and you will definitely see the scene in front of you. There is the whiteness of cotton, the golden yellow of corn, the orange yellow of soybeans, and the red mixed with adzuki beans and the dark green of mung beans. Suddenly you will find the purple of the potato placed in the corner and the fiery red of the pepper hanging on the wall. The green stored in the basket... all of this forms a concert of colors. Without listening and without guidance, you will definitely sing Jiang Dawei's "Toast Song" and "Fragrant Wine and Songs Flying" in your heart. ...Friends, let's have a drink..."
The endless sounds of autumn can be heard and admired endlessly. If you really want to listen to them and really love to listen to them, you might as well find some time and some free time for yourself. Go out often to see and listen. Whether it is high mountains or seas and lakes, the sound of autumn is different from the hustle and bustle of spring, the noise of summer, and the sadness of winter. The passion of autumn and the obstruction of winter; whether it is the original deep forest or the greenery of the garden, the sound of autumn is never the same as the clarity of spring, the brightness of summer, and the deepness of winter.
But if you want to listen, if you listen, you will definitely hear: the dark flowers and bright flowers in your own heart, the spring and snow in your own heart, the joy, anger, sorrow and joy in your own heart. Of course, I advise you to listen with the same mood as I am now, otherwise you will not\0