The sky floats a myriad of rhymes in bright colors
The passage of years is sometimes like a song
When you think of it here
Happy times seem to have left their memories
In a faraway place
I don't think of you
But I take comfort in your affection.
And surround you with hearts that have forgotten their locks
Saying a long gaze after a long goodbye
is enough to bring tears to your eyes
Like the ancient paths of the weather
There is only one sound that echoes
The infinite green that connects the miles of euphoria
Never ending
It's the green that is subtle, it's the red that's delicate
It's the elegance that brings you together
And it's the green that is so sweet.
It is the sylvan elegance that lifts it up
It is the cold grimness that is the solitude that is intoxicating
It is the pride of the striver
Your cozy world
belongs to the brave man the naive maiden
And the winter and the wisdom
It belongs to the hearty streams of the joyful bird
And to the blazing sun and the shores
It belongs to the The hieroglyphic olive tree
Belongs to me
And to the jungle I love
When butterflies flutter in the green fields
As you did in your childhood
When the dreary dark night lies still by the river
Dreamily lingering
I seek the long bends of the path
When in the fields at dawn
Someone comes from the
When the wind is blowing over and over again
To rub the silent wilderness
What embrace do you use to caress this
warm drift
I'm out of the years
Running along the sunny hillside
Toward the swamps and toward the longing
And on and on.
The frank bosom in the dashing twilight rain
is now charmingly vast
The lofty mountains in the exquisite scenery
are with me
waving a sun with hands clasped in rugged arms
!
Kingfang.
It was 2003. When the body is still passable, the walk is also still healthy, the family will be about to go on a trip.
The day before the Qingming Festival, the wind and sunshine. Leaving the hustle and bustle of the city, that is, with his partner, son, daughter-in-law, together with the Chinese bus to go to the nature of the Chuannan Buddhist land - Fangshan.
Before the trip, had spoken with his partner, son and daughter-in-law: to the black-faced Guanyin place to burn incense and make a wish, asking the Bodhisattva to protect our well-being, blessing the son, daughter-in-law youth forever. The old partner said: this time straight to the top of the mountain. The son also said: in order to exercise, do not take the ropeway car, pure walking. Seek the Bodhisattva thing, next time. I had to nod my head, and they held this into nature, but seek to enjoy the eyes and the whole of the spirit. An hour later reached the destination. The bus stopped in front of the Square Mountain gate, get off and buy a ticket, the whole family with the crowd of tourists stepped into the gate of the Square. We laughed and laughed as we climbed the stone steps into the Yunfeng Temple, around the people of the Maharajah Hall and pick up the stairs, and then through the smoke of the black face of the Guanyin Hall, that is, not very steep stone staircase to the top of the mountain to meander slowly forward. The son, daughter-in-law met a group of young men and women, with their line will walk in front. My partner said to me: "Today, we should thank the children some, exercise is good for your diabetes." I said: "Of course! Youth, yes!" Walking in front of the two of us, a young man then looked back to me and said: "Youth is 'the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning'!" A happy smile was written on his proud face, and I nodded with him with a smile and said, "'Hope rests on you'!" He nodded and laughed in front of him as well. All the way to the sunny, long grass and flowers, and the wind in the face, so cozy. A few hours later, we arrived at the top of the mountain, I was out of breath, but I thanked the children. Not resting on their feet, and not far to the snow clearing building, see the opposite pool embankment, there are two women stepping on the waterwheel, described as delicate, laughing, everywhere overflowing with youthful vigor. That companion is sitting on the poolside stone benches, stone chairs, or pointing, or clapping, a melting scene. I then thought, youth is good, youth is beautiful. The nature is also wonderful ah!This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in the world for a long time, and I've never seen her in the world.
The son, daughter-in-law and the group of young people parted, go to the pool in the rockery to take pictures. Exercise makes my body hot and warm, I will sit on the floor with my partner on the grass on the bank of the pool. At this time, the willows hanging green, poolside pines and cypresses pavilion; waterwheel squeak singing, youth laughter and joy. This scene, so that I and my partner are happy happy. son, daughter-in-law after the photo, my partner and I will roam with its pool week, in the vigorous green, forget all the worries in the heart ...... Near noon, the family went to a walled house, feel the nature gives (also have farmers hard work) fruit and vegetable cuisine. The warmth of the farmers' family is something I still don't forget. On their open-air table, apples and mandarins are fragrant. Bean flower, side-ear root (i.e., fishy grass), etc. has been cooked in a large bowl of small dishes of vegetarian dishes, its color and flavor more mouth-watering. I thought, this is a delicacy on earth! The city can be heard a few times? Therefore, in addition to the disease dare not venture to the fruit, the rest is to eat. After the stomach is slightly full, then add the rice porridge, mixed with the air filled with the smell of farmhouse, I (we) stick between the time to be grateful to nature. After eating, thanked the boss of the farmhouse, the family traveled to the top of the pool boundary, see the tourists have three, five groups gathered in various places. Although this room did not hear man-made "sound of summer and winter bells", but sometimes there are birds chirping in the forest. Follow the mountain path to a stone fence in front of the eyes, only to see the mountains and rocks, herbs, (elsewhere, I have seen in the distance, such as gauze in the mist of the interlocking rows of fields, farmhouses point point). Ninety-nine peaks (i.e., Fangshan and the surrounding mountains collectively) are verdant, mountain air cool people. I can't help but sigh: beautiful! I can't help but sigh: beautiful! So pleased with themselves, that is, to the green hills, pines and rocks as the backing, so that my son and I and my partner left Zhang Zhang "eternal". After the son, daughter-in-law to play, I and my partner will walk to the top of the pool corridor, sitting on the bench with the tourists *** enjoy the warmth of nature. The previous group of young men and women, also came to the porch with us as companions and talk up ...... It was not long before, my generation of old people will only have to listen to the points. They talk about the immediate "Buddhist" not to take it seriously; talk about the society on the corruption of the abhorrence (straw man well); talk about the future of the country full of hope (also straw man). The words of all of them are based on evidence, which makes us admire them a lot. That young people vibrant vitality and the insight of certain things to comment on, then I look and respect. And it seems like the blood vessels supplemented with fresh blood, after the resuscitation of the body to feel energized. There is a great sense of old and strong. After a few words, they said goodbye to my generation, and wished me "long life".They said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Looking at their happy and robust figure, I wish them all the best from the bottom of my heart! I wish them all the best, and may they truly be the hope of the motherland. Suddenly, my partner's hand pointed, I saw a thirteen, fourteen-year-old boy, at the top of the pool in a corner with his parents *** inserted willow. Tourists around me to see that is to say: this family is sitting on a slippery pole on the mountain, its bus stops at the foot of the mountain. Earlier, they had prayed to the black-faced Goddess of Mercy to help them stay young and rich forever. Oh! At the moment, the youth's words echoed in my ears, and I felt my face was hot and spicy. The willow has always been able to explore the spring early. Li Qingzhao's "spoiled willow flowers" also said willow by the spring favor. They are not for the Buddha's land to keep the spring but have other plans. I immediately recalled the words of the Buddha's exhortation to believers: "The sea of bitterness has no boundaries, turning back is the shore." In connection with this willow, I feel that the sea of desire in some people's hearts, is not the same boundless?At this moment, my desire to seek "God" has been completely eliminated. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't know what to say, but I'd like to say that I don't know what to say, and I don't know what to say. But the child's parents want to keep the spring of life - the beautiful youth, more to keep the eternal wealth, can it?
All living creatures, after all, can not get rid of the "return to nature". Not to mention that "life does not bring, death does not take away" of the body outside the object? Previously, Qin Huang, Han Wu, want to retain the youth of the body and power to enjoy the emperor's countryside forever yellow house, so that the prescription for immortality medicine, and ultimately the fate of the "netherworld". In this sense, the eternal youth belongs only to the steep and lush ninety-nine peaks - the vibrant nature. However, this is not to say that human youth is not worth cherishing, on the contrary, youth is beautiful. The future of the motherland should grasp this golden period of life, learn to do well, in their own more practical, good, and even great things. The whole family traveled a few more places, and increasingly oblique Xing not exhausted and had to return to the city. But this "chaotic spring color to the people" where I (we) relaxed and refreshed, really do not want to go back. However, I think, soon I will come back with my family. Walking into nature, see the infinite beauty of nature, it is indeed pleasing to the eye. More see people and nature harmony **** place of natural beauty, really beautiful! Although also see that the sea of desire, but no harm. The sun has slanted, we get on the car and leave Fangshan, will return to the city that has been materialistic. The car and I think, come back, not for that vain wish, but seek to be by the nature of the wind and mist blowing wash, wash away the heart of the restlessness and the virus of the muscle; come back, for the exchange of feelings with young people, so that the fresh blood and health and strong, and happy. ...... Unexpectedly, because of the body, now do not dare to travel again. That Fangshan tour, perhaps become a memory of things and forever (if the body permits, I will go back)? And the beauty of nature and the youth and my heart "blood transfusion", can still be in the city where there is green life to get compensation (such as parks). Regrettably, the young man who wanted to retain the youth of life and wealth outside the body because of the willow, but in one year, a self-driving bus to go out to eat treats, on the way home, the car was destroyed and people died (this is the corridor around the tourists told). Although the accident and sympathize, but he that want to use the supernatural alternative way to retain life forever, such as youth, is in any case can not be done. Thanks to nature - mankind's great and kind mother - to give mankind incomparable, but also selfless gift, nurturing human generations down the continuation. The blessing of "long life" should be enjoyed by nature alone. I am now in the city, but also belong to your embrace. I will be in the limited life still exist, in your care, try to do something they want to do and beneficial to society. Nature.Vine
The old road is full of vines.
Long, short; garden, flat; climbed the high branches to try to compete with the sky, probe over the creek to find a warm, three or five branches across the road to you to lift your feet, a dense piece of the top of the head for you to shade the rain.
The vine in the winding, like in the weaving of a beautiful fairy tale, dedicated to the feeding of their own mountains.
The rattan is stretching, like writing a chapter of the hope of immortality, dedicated to the tourist passers-by.
But the vine, you know, the dense vine forest, has been in my heart crazy growth, piece by piece, criss-cross, no standardized intertwined.
I feel the pain of birth.
I felt the pain of birth, the hope of growth.
White pheasant
Look, what is that?
Where?
Where? I turned my head and looked toward my partner's direction - a white pheasant, a white pheasant.
The pheasant was so frightened that it fled in a hurry and disappeared into the dense jungle.
Just as I was trying to remember its shape and condition, my partner stomped his feet in regret: Damn, I didn't see it.
I could have seen it, but what did I get?
I don't have to break free from my mom's embrace, and I don't have to climb up the grassy slopes.
At this point, you are already standing quietly on the mountainside.
The rain is pattering and the sound of joy is flying. Young feelings are intoxicated in the rain hiking in the infinite interest.
Look, everyone is full of laughter and joy.
Only you stand quietly, gazing at the clouds at the top of the mountain ahead.
The fog is floating around, a wisp, a piece, a group, like the wind dancing willow, more like your thoughts.
Fog, little by little, slowly moving quietly crowded into a piece, like a large piece of white fluffy snowflakes, flurry, fall into your heart.
Did the fog grow legs?
Thinking about the long legs?
Acacia beans
"Hula" sound, partners have to run to the Acacia tree, turning the thick accumulation of leaves, in search of that small and exquisite, red Acacia beans.
Some people are quick, eager to suddenly appear in front of a pile of red beans.
Some people are slow and careful, thinking, can pick up three or five grains.
At that time, the tall Acacia tree looking down on us secretly smiled: lovely people ah, Acacia is a state of mind, is not a few grains of red beans can be replaced. You are in vain.
Sure enough, most of us returned empty-handed, and the lucky ones only picked up one or two grains, but let the mud tripped and fell.
Wang Wei's "red beans are born in the south, spring hair a few branches. I wish you would pick more, this thing is the most lovesick" is now being drenched by the rain.
Water
On the way to the mountain, all the way to the spring accompanied by the gurgling water, strumming the heartstrings, silent mountains through the hidden vitality.
The water overflowed over the rocks, a piece of stone in the warm embrace quietly sucking the milk of the mountains.
The water flowed through the grass, a clump of flowers and grasses in the wide warm arm under the drink of the earth's agar. On the way to the mountains, the mountain springs accompany us all the way.
When we returned from the mountain, I was surprised to find that the thumping springs were still following us, singing along the way.
Look down and see, drops of spring water on the smiling face, a sincere face: when climbing, I sing welcome, give you injected mountaineering vitality; downhill, I sing send off, let you send unlimited joy.
Oh, and who is saying that the falling flowers have the intention of flowing water is heartless?
The fall of the hometown
The fall of the hometown when I was a child is also the fall of the hometown, always blue, intoxicated, and occasionally drifting through the clouds, 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 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 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, 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
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 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 Taoranting's reed flowers, Diaoyutai's 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 a kind of 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 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 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 ......
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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 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 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 effort and rewarding warmth, 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
Autumn Memorial
Since ancient times, autumn is a symbol of sadness, is the performance of the decline, is the barometer of the sadness of life. Qu Yuan said, "The autumn wind is curling up, and the waves of the dongting are under the wooden leaves." Song Yu said, "Sadly, autumn is the gas! The grass and trees fall and decay." Cao Pi also wrote the same line in "The Line of Swallow Song": "The weather is cool in the autumn wind, and the grass and trees are shaken and the dew turns to frost". The natural world of all the trees and trees are in a state of depression and leaves are flying, the first thing that comes into people's eyes, the natural world of objects that make people produce a sense of mind ****, by the four seasons of the universe is naturally associated with the four seasons of life, "mountain monks do not understand the counting of jiazi, a leaf falls to know the world's autumn." Autumn leaves drifting, and things and people, from the sadness, as Lu Ji "Wen Fu" said "sadness of the fallen leaves in the strong autumn, like the soft stripes in the spring," the withering of things triggered the heart of the sadness and happiness.
Sadness, the heart of the fall. Li Bai, for example, "The people are cold and orange, and the color of autumn is old wutong." Jia Dao, "Autumn winds are blowing on the Weishui River, and leaves are falling all over Chang'an." Liu Yong, "The red and green color is decreasing, and things are getting old." Li Shangyin, "Autumn shade is not yet frosty, and I can hear the rain on the withered lotus.
Is it okay?