Some people's eyes are like autumn, and some people's Shen Feng is like autumn.
The beauty of maple trees in autumn is not only red in the frosted plains; And still in the cool breeze.
When the leaves gradually became sparse, Lin Qiu showed its elegance, that kind of free and easy without any modification, detached from the worldly prosperity.
The most touching thing is that the sunset is reflected in Lin Qiu. It was so drunk that it set off the deepening dusk in the sky. The cool evening breeze is a beautiful and sad beauty with twilight. It makes you want to shed a few tears of your life experience, but you are frightened by the fading drunken red. You are willing to condense your unrestrained emotions.
There was once a painter who painted a frosted Autumn Courtyard. The tall maple tree quietly covers the silence of a garden, and the heavy door behind the tree is hidden deep. It is endless loneliness, as if I had lived in it and tasted the silence of autumn. But I still want to sneak into the painting and ask the thick door that is deeply hidden to see how much dust there is and how many footprints of life are sealed.
The most intriguing idle clouds in the autumn sky. So faint and leisurely, quietly away from the hubbub, not disturbed by secular joys and sorrows, no longer indifferent.
Autumn wind is the purest wind without any decoration. So smoothly across the garden, you don't have to take into account the rustling leaves-season is season, metabolism is metabolism, life and death is life and death, sadness and joy are joys and sorrows. No need to participate, no need to stay.
Ming Che is in the same wind as Qiushui. "Point Qiu Jiang, Egret Sha Ou", you draw this Ming Che. There's nothing to worry about, nervous and persistent. "Be proud of killing thousands of families, illiterate." Autumn is so spotless.
"Wild cranes in idle clouds" is the title of autumn. Only the clear sky in autumn and the touch of white clouds can support the beauty of a wild crane with the word "leisure", as clear as autumn water, as distant as autumn mountain and as elusive as that, and can support the word "escape". "Leisure" and "leisure" are the true colors of autumn.
Some people have the beauty of autumn. With such beauty, it must be such a person. Such beauty comes from the heart. He has everything, but he wants nothing. It is a kind of transparency and freedom formed by profound cognition and perception.
Autumn is a season of maturity, harvest, enrichment and wandering. It has experienced the prosperity of spring and summer, and is no longer proud of being praised and loved. It is isolated from all the praise and love of Qiu Guang, and only wants to be a leisurely, distant and elusive autumn.
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This article is well written. Poetic language and sentence patterns, affectionate touch and description are its external beauty; Broad-minded and indifferent attitude, clear and free and easy thinking are its inner beauty. The author personifies and individualizes autumn. This kind of personality and individual demeanor is the ultimate and foundation of deep beauty in autumn.
Autumn is cold, a gust of wind has passed, and the bare trunk is trembling with a few dead leaves that refuse to go, whizzing silently. Suddenly, a fallen leaf floated into the page I opened. Black and yellow color, the edge has long been damaged, curled up, I do not know what insect bite is full of sores. I suddenly thought of sadness. Didn't I just put it on hold for an autumn in my heart?
I feel sorry for autumn, and I love autumn, too. Whenever the first fallen leaf falls from the dense green, whenever the cool autumn rain moistens my curtains silently, that kind of sadness mixed with sweetness will surge up, leading to a strand of concern, and a long "alas" will slip from my lips and fall into my heart, turning into inexplicable sadness.
Isn't life like this dead leaf? After the fleeting thick green, it turns yellow and black again, fluttering to the ground, and I don't know where it is buried.
A gust of wind passed again, and Ye Er trembled on the page, trying to fly away. I covered it, wanted to embed it in the book, and felt that the words in this book were too hot to bear this cold shape, so I had to find another one.
I took an unopened letter from the pile of books by the pillow and thought it was brought back by my roommate and put there. When I saw the strong words, I immediately saw those bright eyes, and a fiery life force overflowed from there. Then, my heart, which had been put aside in autumn, suddenly felt a stinging warmth. He loves me, but he loves mountains more-this makes me very angry. After graduating from college, he chose the mountain!
When I opened the seal and took out the letter, a piece of red stuff was taken out and fell to the ground. When the weather is clear, there is a hot, hot, hot heat in my heart-it is a red maple leaf.
I stood stupefied and unconsciously put two autumn leaves together. Suddenly, the dead leaves show their abomination and misery in the reflection of the red maple! I'm confused. I don't understand it myself. Why am I lucky enough to cherish this picture of Ye Er, who cooled his heart with a dead body?
"Do you love the red maple on this mountain?" Eyes full of fiery vitality stared at me and said, "Yes, it also fell in the cold autumn wind. However, it squeezed out all the heat, burned itself red, and decorated the cold world with the color of February safflower with its last life ... "
I gradually realized that keeping an autumn in my heart is not all sadness. The spring of life is lovely, but there is no need to worry about keeping it. Even in autumn, there are still red maple leaves, not to mention the summer after spring.
So I popped the dead leaves out of the window and embedded the red maple on the mountain in the page.
The most memorable autumn scenery in Beijing, in my opinion, is not in Xiangshan, but outside the mountain, along the Yanshan Mountain. At this time, driving on the expressway, north of Badaling, there is a constantly changing natural landscape outside the window. One ridge is surrounded by Miller's portrait, and the other ridge is surrounded by Manet's portrait. Colors gather from all directions, everyone is alive and kicking, and everyone has life. Yellow is completely yellow, red is transparent, green is lush, and even the white clouds in the sky are curled like chicken feathers and floating in the blue sky. The people sitting in the car can't help but get excited, with a touch of sadness: "What a good autumn day, why are you in such a hurry, and you have to leave before you have seen enough?" The time series has entered 1 1 month, and it is inevitable that this kind of sentimental mood will arise. However, the reason why this kind of mood occurs is not because the monotonous green color in summer has been soaked for too long, nor just because of the beautiful colors presented by nature in the autumn sunshine and the attachment to warm autumn, but because the harmony and beauty in front of us are really fascinating, because these gorgeous colors that seem to have never been seen before are so full and sufficient, and their rural customs and literary charm emanating from the sunshine from a specific angle are so profound and strong. Therefore, it is not enough to say that autumn is a world of colors, or that autumn is a world of mixed colors and light and shadow. Why? Because life is the most precious, the world without life will always be dead. We say that someone paints well because his paintings have aura, and the so-called aura is life. Autumn is not as calm as water, and autumn is not just smelling insects. Autumn is hot, noisy and beating. Life sang all its beauty and its highest song of life in this season. The closer we get to the junction of autumn and winter, the more tenaciously life expresses itself, trying to squeeze in or leave a drop of color, a sound or a charm in the beautiful scenery of nature, just like an old painter painted all his life skills on the canvas in his later years.
Look at the poplars on both sides of the road. Poplar trees are getting old. Although the leaves are beginning to fall off, some of them are already out of shape, with bare branches and still holding their heads high to the sky. This kind of poplar is stubborn by nature, and even its leaves that fall to the ground are unwilling to fall into the mud. Even if it is dry and broken, it is still hard and irregularly curled. If someone steps on it, the seemingly continuous golden carpet will definitely protest.
In the golden autumn sunshine, the hearts of people sitting in the car are shaking. The coming or past autumn makes people speechless and fall into admiration for the great power of life. Blue sky and white clouds, nearby poplars, mangroves in distant mountains, Chinese pine in ravines and unknown miscellaneous trees and weeds, the car really seems to have rushed into the oil paintings of impressionist painters. The colors are so harmonious, the picture is so full, the engine of the car buzzes vaguely, and people don't talk, as if they are drunk. It seems that all these bodies, such as mountains, stones, forests, trees, people and steel, are alive and showing themselves, making themselves an indispensable and valuable part of these landscapes. So the people in the car began to sit still. They all asked themselves in their hearts, how can they live in Beijing for so many years but never see the real autumn? How can the autumn in Beijing be mediocre and limited to pigeons in the blue sky on the roof, stars pierced by two jujube trees and the pale moon in the night sky?
It turns out that in the corner of Beijing, in this obscure and unremarkable place along the mountain road, those ordinary, remote and ordinary mountainous areas that are not worth mentioning actually contain autumn in Beijing and the true meaning of autumn beauty!
Compared with spring, people are always afraid of autumn, although autumn is also called the harvest season. But in idioms, people always forget summer and winter, and are used to using "spring and autumn" to represent a year. Spring symbolizes the morning and the beginning, while autumn is undoubtedly the evening and the end. Inadvertently, autumn quietly flows away the residual heat of late summer, and people often inadvertently ignore its existence.
The cool wind, silently blocking the door, cannot enter the world inside, because the door belongs to nature, but the door belongs to life. It was not until the people inside the door saw a few golden leaves outside the door through the window that they realized what they had found. Autumn is really golden, not inferior to the green in spring. However, it was a beautiful dream like a veil, which drifted over and was later replaced by snow.
Autumn has gone, where has it gone? Don't, silently return to the western white pure land? The geese may have migrated long ago, but they just forgot that the queue during migration was "one" or "person"; Insects are still mumbling in the fields, singing monotonous and puzzling poems. Through the fading golden yellow, we can imagine a scene: standing on a towering mountain top overlooking the terraced fields below, mainly in yellow tones, arranged in a regular shape, is it more like the colorful brocade skillfully woven by Zhuang women? It happened that the door creaked and the power of nature gradually went out until it changed into a rich color.
As a result, autumn falls on the closed door without even leaving a trace. The door has become a mirror of autumn, reflecting dreams and reality at the same time. I don't know how many yellow leaves fell outside the door. They were crushed to dust like silhouettes, or were blown to unknown wasteland by the cool wind. The door is still lonely, someone is playing the flute at the window, and the lingering sound is more meaningful and intriguing than the main theme. It is a kind of waiting, as if it will be moldy for a long time. In numbness, you never have to worry about whether you can wait for the result.
In the gloom, I smelled the fragrance of cinnamon again. A person sitting in an empty chair, seeing the water drops on the eaves turned into frost and the cobwebs in the corner covered with thick dust, realized that the hot summer had passed and the spiders had long since ceased to live in their nests. It is very likely that these bugs have reached the end of their lives or entered a dormant state for an unknown period of time. From the crack of the door, you can only see half a ray of cool moonlight. How do people inside the door need to create the outside world? In a blink of an eye, the door is still the same, but it has changed a lot. All I can't take away is a belated sigh.
Autumn is cyclical, and things that are different from seasons are not necessarily cyclical. Change is called change, and who can clearly measure and guess the law? It is said that mosquitoes always bring malignant viruses in autumn. At that time, people were easily infected with malaria. Just hope to get rid of all the bad things next spring, or "people are thinner than yellow flowers."
Finally, I got up the courage to open the door that had been closed for a long time. It turns out that in the depths of autumn, there is still the fragrance of osmanthus, and the fragrant night has arrived. Tomorrow, maybe the sun will rise ... a small fallen leaf, passing through the soft hair, floats to the palm with the temperature rising. Oh, I really have autumn in my hand.
A breeze slipped in through the open window. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I smell the rain in early autumn-there is a little sadness hidden in the coolness. Although it is only early autumn, the wind has lost its invincible overwhelming momentum in midsummer. Probably because I am tired of that kind of loneliness and want to find what I lost after spring. Although it has been raining for several days, the trees on both sides of the road are still as lush as summer, and some fallen leaves are scattered on the concrete floor of the city.
I remember when I was a child, I had a strong aversion to rain, especially the continuous drizzle in spring and now. At that time, I lived in an old house built by my grandfather in the suburbs. I feel that the sky is like rice paper splashed with ink by a master of ink painting, which makes people feel inexplicably depressed and dull. The main thing is that I can only stay indoors and can't go out to play at will. So I am looking forward to a quick rain. However, this continuous autumn rain seems to be determined to fight me for several days. Sometimes it's really boring. I sat at the gate and watched the falling rain converge into small puddles in the pits in the courtyard, and watched countless ripples constantly produce reincarnation in the pond. Overflow rainwater and new rainwater flow into several finger-wide streams, then flow downstream along the small earth slope, leave the hospital and disappear at the end of the line of sight. Where will it flow? I began to imagine, so I felt bored.
No matter how long it rains, it will stop eventually. As the rain gradually decreased, the sky gradually brightened. Sometimes the sun comes out in a hurry, and you will see the real scene of "rising in the east and setting in the west". The golden rain turns into golden ripples and still circulates in the golden pond in the courtyard. I finally understand that the most beautiful sunshine is not when Wan Li is cloudless, sunny but hot and dry, but in Chuqing, where it has been raining for days, the clouds have just dissipated and the air is moist and cool. So my aversion to rain subsided, and at the same time I had a special liking for Chu Qing's rain.
At this time, the rain has gradually stopped. After several days of continuous autumn rain, I habitually want to go to the balcony to see Chu Qing. ...