Wu Xiao Yang
Smiling like a flower, true love like a flower, hope like a flower, life is also like a flower.
Everyone has their own favorite flower, everyone has many reasons to treat themselves well, the whole life of the time condensed into the long river of time that a petal in the constant fragrance of the heart. In the moment of blooming, brilliant and colorful it will attract all eyes.
Flower is so weak, again beautiful and colorful, still can not withstand the cold rain towards the evening wind. Spring red hastily thanked, only left full of sadness.
Flowers are beautiful warriors, despite the wind and rain gradually green and thin, never bowed.
Life is the same, like a delicate glass wine glass, often can not withstand the impact of natural and man-made disasters, shattered into a land of radiance, each piece of transparent heart. Life is often like a short-lived flower, with many years of tears and sweat, mixed with the blood of the heart to water, only to have a smile at the world of the moment.
Today's world, fewer people love flowers. When people are running around for a living, they can't even hold on to their own lives, and who will listen to what the flowers have to say?
However, ah, irritable city, please do not forget, this world is originally a mirror. Everything is like a flower and a flower is like everything. That is why the Buddha flicked the flower and Jaya smiled; this smile is the whole world.
This is a beautiful article full of philosophy, if she line up, she is a poem; if you give her music, she is a song. The whole article is both emotional and philosophical, it can be said that the sentence analysis, word flash. We often say that life is like a poem, life is like a song, but life is also like a flower. Everyone likes flowers, and everyone likes different flowers, there are flowers in people, and flowers are like people. A city has a city flower, a country has a national flower, then, a person has what flower? Some stand proudly on the branches and do not wither for a long time; some bloom and are short-lived. "Everyone has many kinds of reasons to treat themselves well, and condense the time of their life into the constant fragrance of the heart in the long river of time. In the moment of blooming, brilliant and colorful it will attract all eyes." "This world is originally a mirror. Everything is like flowers and flowers are like everything. Therefore, the Buddha flicked the flower while Kasyapa smiled; this smile is the whole world."
The autumn of my hometown
The autumn of my childhood is also the autumn of my hometown, which is always blue and intoxicating, and the occasional clouds that drift by, changing all kinds 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 burned with withered 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 of them 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 scenery
Some people say: "Autumn is beautiful!" I heard 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 flower, as if it will soon 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, if we keep exploring and discovering, we will get a lot of knowledge that is not in the books.
Autumn in the old capital
Yu Dafu
Autumn, no matter where it is, is always good; but, ah, the autumn of the northern country is especially clear, quiet, and 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", this 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 seems 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 autumn, 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 autumn 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 autumn rain, the north of the rain, also seems to be more than the south of the rain, under the strange, under the flavor, under the more decent.
Under the gray Shen Shen sky, suddenly came a cool wind, then rest columns fall 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 coat or jacket curve urban idlers, biting the pipe, in the shadow of the slanting bridge after the rain, go up under the bridge tree to a stand, meet acquaintances, they will use a slow leisurely voice, sighing and answering each other:
"Alas, the day is really cool!
"It's really cold." (The word "cold" is pronounced high and dragged out.)
"It is, isn't it? 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 will be up, the north is the world of dust, 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, is the northern country of the autumn of the good day, is the best of the year there is no!
Some critics say that Chinese scholars, especially 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. We can see that animals with feelings and human beings with sentiments 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 there is a country, and why there is a human race class distinction? 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 nature's most beautiful scenery on earth. Spring flowers, summer sunshine, autumn leaves light, winter snow frost; spring flourish, summer onion, autumn colorful, winter pure; spring flourish, summer noisy, 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.
All the things are still looking at are self-acquired. 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 given to us by nature. 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 brilliant light, that is not willing to fall and sink the last struggle, but also on 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
Autumn winds, blowing up the beauty of autumn, juvenile matters of the heart, left behind in the wild chrysanthemums fragrant season ......
--Title
Autumn wind wants to thick, blowing down the tenderness of a land;
Autumn rain lingering, bring the love of the heart.
It's already fall, and the wind is filled with a little 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. Milk 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 remember 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 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 the ......
Rhythm of the autumn night
Blowing a slight cool wind, in the silver-white jade plate of the moon's soft illumination, a voice quietly said 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 returned, and a touch of warmth flooded into my heart ......
Writing to Autumn (Prose)
--Jiangnan Spring Rain
I love autumn because of its colors, water, wind and harvest, and autumn gives people unlimited enjoyment, fulfillment and reverie.
I love autumn, one is because of its color, this is because the winter color is too depressed, spring is too brilliant, summer is too dull, only autumn, autumn, high and sunny, a harvest scene, there is a pleasing feeling.
I love autumn, two because of its autumn water, autumn water is like love, the deeper the more colorless, it is the clearest time of the year, without a trace of impurities. Stay in the red dust for a long time, in the autumn water lake on the side of a station, can receive the effect of peace of mind, can wash the heart of the trouble, so that the soul to be purified and sublimation. The early Tang Wang Bo's "autumn water *** long sky a color", I think this is the autumn water mood, style and realm of praise.
I love autumn, three because of its autumn wind, I think the autumn wind is the wind of righteousness, all the fallen and rotten things in front of the autumn wind is scared; autumn wind is the only wind with the wind of death, the earth is also because of one of the sweeping and looks more clean, lovely, species have been further optimized. Autumn wind contains unlimited hope.
I love autumn, but also because autumn is the season of harvest, the autumn earth everywhere overflowing with the joy of harvest, everywhere exudes the warmth of efforts and rewards, through the joy and warmth, can always appreciate the hard work and sweat behind this, so that the harvest more flavor.
I love the fall. Love her really, love her maturity