Yu Dafu
Autumn, no matter where in the autumn, is always good; but ah, the north of the autumn, but especially to clear, to the quiet, to the sadness. 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 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, said:
"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 jujube tree leaves fall, jujube red finish, the northwest wind is going to get up, the north is the world of dust and sand, only this jujube, persimmons, grapes, ripening to the eight or nine points of the intersection 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, are very decadent, so Chinese poetry is full of praise for autumn. 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 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, it is like the yellow wine and white dry, rice and steamed buns, 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.
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, forever chrysanthemum
Wen/red moon
Xi Autumn wind, blowing up the beauty of Autumn, 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 full.
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. 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 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 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 hill, but I'm sure you're still feeling the deepest love for me from the sighs of a man who is thinner than a yellow flower.
The colorful and rich chrysanthemum on the slope of the soil is willing to be in a kind of plain and clear situation, without expectation or fear. It has an indifferent look, such as water; it has experienced the wind and frost damage, like a sword. Silence tells the story of autumn, some of them ......
Prose:
Autumn
Scene
Summer girl quietly walked away, the autumn girl with light footsteps came. She gently blew, the sky suddenly became blue and high, like sapphire; she gently blew, golden chrysanthemums, red petunias, are scrambling to bloom a handsome smile; she gently blew, the Sun Gong **** emitted, out of the warmth of the sunshine, the earth shines with warmth ......
Autumn groves Beautiful and charming. The cobblestone paths dotted in the lawn, a bamboo forest is still as green and upright as in the spring. The forest stream is crystal clear, at first glance it looks like a floating silk, quietly lying in the embrace of the earth. A group of small fish quietly swam over, the mirror-like surface of the water suddenly rippled with a circle of fine ripples, the mother duck led a group of sons and daughters to come to join in the fun, the calm surface of the water all of a sudden lively.
The harvest field is the most beautiful scenery in the fall. Sorghum raised the red face, heavy wheat ears swaying in the wind, as if in and hardworking people salute greetings. The ripe fruit wafted out a burst of fragrance, apple face red, grapes like a string of crystal bright pearl, yellow orange bright and colorful, that is the holiday lights. Dark green, light green, and green and yellow grass, spread over the hillside, colorful wildlife dotted between them, attracted the butterfly girls flying before and after the dance of honey ......
Autumn, no summer heat, no winter cold, there is the beauty of the spring and the exuberance of the summer, it is really intoxicating ah! Autumn is a good time for children to read, listen - the sound of catchy books from the campus, for the beautiful autumn scenery adds a bright landscape ......
Essay
That place has mountains, water, and great scenery. Listen to me slowly tell you about it. Tall mountains one after another, trees green and lush, like little people stuck in a curved pathway. Under the mountain is some flat stone, some are round, some are oval, and some like a big watermelon, the order of the arrangement is like a row and a row of turtles in the auxiliary road for the people. Next to planted rows of willows, really like a row of well-trained soldiers waiting for parade.
A small stream is as calm as a mirror, and from a distance, the water in the stream goes from transparent to light green, and from light green to dark green. A dragonfly came from afar, flew to the calm water of the brook, nodded the water, and flew away. This is what is often called the dragonfly pointing at the water. I don't know where the dragonfly flew away to, but I still have the figure of the dragonfly clearly in my mind, replaying it again and again. Ah! A refreshing autumn wind blew, and a little bit of microwave was blown on the water of the brook, and I was cooled by the autumn wind.
Ah! This is really a beautiful scene in the middle of autumn! Who wouldn't stay there and enjoy it?
Autumn scenery
The hot summer is over, the beautiful and gentle autumn girl with a light step, quietly came to earth.
One autumn Sunday, the air is unusually fresh, hold got up early in the morning, to go to see the beautiful autumn scenery.
Look, the azure sky with a gauzy white clouds, from time to time there are a few lovely birds flying around, as if the cottage to welcome my viewing.
I came to the street. On both sides of the verdant cypress trees stand proudly, as if a uniformed People's Liberation Army, vigilantly guarding the street. The poplars and willows have taken off their summer clothes and put on their fall gowns; the leaves on the trees are turning yellow, and with a gust of solemn autumn wind blowing, a piece of golden yellow leaves are swirling in the air and falling down, like butterflies fluttering in the air.
Along the road to the square. In the square, colorful, graceful chrysanthemums, are competing; a string of red bloomed face, fiery red flowers like a big firecracker; red cockle flowers, living like a big rooster's crown, the wind blew, the flowers seem to be a big rooster walking, in search of food `````` interesting!
Out of the square, I came to the vast fields, golden crops as far as the eye can see. You see, the golden yellow ears of grain full of particles, heavy grain poles are bent; sorghum red, like a torch held high; corn neat and tidy, like countless guards standing up, the most interesting to count soybeans. It is from the pods quietly out of the round head, looking curiously at this wonderful world. Farmers uncle joyfully busy harvesting crops, dry hot and heavy ``````
Walked through the fields, I came to the orchard. The orchard is really fruitful ah! You see, the yellow duck pear, red apple, half-yellow half-green tangerine, all bent branches, let a person look drooping.
Seeing this scene, really makes people relaxed and happy, a thousand feelings. I can not help but hum a little song, out of the orchard embarked on the road home.