At dusk, the autumn wind brought me good news: I will go to Qiu Lai in summer! I look up at the blue sky. The sunset is as red as blood. How "the sunset is like blood"! Autumn wind blows through a cluster of impatiens, and the rustling of leaves beats my heart.
Looking around, autumn is more intense: the green grass turns yellow, the blooming flowers wither, and the condensed lake is clearer. Close your eyes and feel the autumn wind rustling and the sunshine soft. Listen carefully, the birds stop singing and the cicadas stop making noise. Ah, everything tells me that autumn has come quietly. From a distance, the water in the small pond is as clear as a mirror, and the high and wide sky is reflected in the water, which makes the originally small pond suddenly look a lot deeper. A gust of autumn wind wrinkled the calm water surface, rippled the small pond and blew up a few small leaves. They swim around on the surface of the water, and then drift downstream into the distance, just like golden bamboo rafts.
Willow leaves are no longer as dense as in spring, but its branches are still so graceful, swaying in the wind, and some are hanging down to the water, so that the small pond can dress her up beautifully. The small pond helped the autumn wind send away a few small leaves, washed Miss Liu's hair and fell asleep, like a huge jasper plate. The path is also covered with soft yellow leaves. Oh, no, it's the gold scattered by the autumn wind that shines. Perhaps, with luck, you can pick up a beautiful petal and smell the faint fragrance. If you walk on these fallen leaves, you can still hear the crisp rustling. I believe this is the best carpet in the world.
There are two or three small maples on the grass near a small pond. The brown branches are covered with bright red leaves. That red is not the red of roses, apples, persimmons or roses. That's flame, that's red, better than February peach blossom, better than red plum in the snow. When the bleak autumn wind crept into your collar, when the lingering autumn rain gently infiltrated your hair tips, you suddenly saw this maple leaf. How can you not feel a warm current? No wonder the great poet Du Mu couldn't help admiring: "It's late to stop and sit in the maple forest, and the frost leaves are red in February." In early autumn, how intoxicated I was with your scenery. Keeping you is actually cherishing a good mood.
Chapter two: autumn is strong.
Summer left us quietly, and autumn came quietly.
Autumn leaves are colorful, colorful, adding gorgeous luster to autumn, very beautiful! Leaves fall from the branches, as if waving to me frequently. The leaves that gradually turn yellow can't stand the wind and rain, and fall on campus, in the fields, and float to the earth.
The autumn wind is blowing, and ginkgo trees are dancing rhythmically from a distance. Tree after tree, like the waves of the sea, surging forward. Take a closer look, pieces of ginkgo orchards are flying up and down, as if there are many fans fanning you. A gust of wind blew, and the leaves rustled goodbye to uncle, and then fell to the ground like a yellow butterfly.
My mother and I walked slowly along a narrow and rugged path, enjoying the beautiful scenery along the way. Walking on the road, I saw endless fields, I saw a paddy field in Huang Chengcheng, which was an endless golden ocean; In the autumn wind, it seems to bow and nod to you; How lovely those little tomatoes are! Their faces are red and they say to you with a smile, "Hello! Lovely little girl. " They are like red lanterns hanging on trees, which means "autumn is coming, and the harvest season is coming!" " " ; Those cotton are white, like white clouds in the sky; Like snowflakes flying all over the sky in winter. The farmer's uncle sweated profusely to pick cotton and cut rice, and the field was busy.
"Autumn is charming, and it is also the harvest season!" I said excitedly to my mother. The smile immediately climbed up the corner of my mother's mouth. My mother touched my head and said, "Yes, son,' Chunhua Qiushi', without sowing in spring and sweating in summer, there would be no harvest in autumn!"
"Ah, today will be the happiest day of my life. Brother Qiu not only saw it, but also made me realize that autumn is charming! As my mother said, without the foundation of study, your grades will be in a mess and you will get nothing. It will benefit me a lot! " I hope to say to the future "world".
Chapter three: autumn is strong.
The red osmanthus tree at the entrance of the apartment blossomed, which stole the limelight when it first came in early August and brought a beautiful and moving autumn image. It seems that just yesterday, there was a hot water between heaven and earth, but a light rain put out all the hot air. Coolness comes from all directions, cool, sad, sad ... sweeping through my heart, but I don't hate it. I happily accepted the cool and comfortable temperature. In this small southwest town, it is difficult to feel the "rustling leaves" atmosphere, and it is also difficult to appreciate the beautiful scenery of "frosty leaves are redder than February flowers". Instead, it is the illusion that the four seasons are unknown. The autumn rain is full of lush green branches and the sun is shining.
I admit that I am not a sentimental woman. Just sigh that spring is fleeting and leaves fall. Secretly admire those delicate women. So I first thought of Daiyu's sad and heartless eyes, and I couldn't forget the story of falling flowers and being buried. Secondly, I think of Ian. Her grief is out of control. Long-term love, boat sorrow, phoenix tree drizzle sorrow. What an emotional woman this is; Finally, Aileen thinks of her thin and sad face, her weak body and bones under her cheongsam, her fireworks-like loneliness and half-life relationship … But all delicate and sentimental women have a pale and eventful life. Like yesterday, they are widely known, and there is another kind that is little known or unknown. They are like everything that falls in this season, which leads to infinite sadness and emotion for the world later.
But what I remember very clearly is Yuxi's heroic and positive optimism that "autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times, and I say autumn wins spring", which makes me see the hope of redemption among the people who are sad about autumn. There is also his bright and cheerful "beautiful scenery and frost-free nights, a few trees are dark red and light yellow", especially his most touching. In his style, spring is better than freshness, and autumn is better than character.
But, for me, it's just another autumn!
Article 4: autumn is strong.
Autumn? She is a fallen leaf dancing with the wind; She is a song of joy and harvest; She is a simple smiling face of a farmer; She is a fresh fragrance. The fallen leaves represent her desolation after the first frost; Ballads represent her refreshing autumn wind; The smiling face represents the joy she brings to the stadium; The fragrance represents the freshness of her autumn fruit.
Ah! In autumn, you are swept by the cool wind; Leave with the joy of harvest. You walk at a brisk pace, like a noble and elegant butterfly. The red leaves all over the mountain are your pride, and the fruitful orchard is your credit.
In the deserted street, the autumn wind blows a few yellow leaves, and the air is filled with water mist. The heat brought by the morning glow no longer reappears, but is replaced by the coolness of autumn; When the dizziness in the hot summer gradually dispersed, it was replaced by a slightly chilly autumn wind; The lotus flowers in the pond opened instantly, but disappeared overnight, replaced by blooming chrysanthemums.
The connection between autumn and summer is so perfect, but on the plain, there is a desolation that belongs only to autumn. She is elegant as a scholar and passionate as a soldier. She has the detachment of lotus and the peerless smile of peony.
Autumn is a unique autumn, a golden dream between hot summer and cold. The heat of the wheat wave burns in her chest, the fragrance of fruit caresses her long hair, and the blooming chrysanthemum is her long skirt. Her peerless face is hidden in the red leaves. She needs you to have a pair of eyes for discovery and exploration. ...
Autumn is not only bleak, but also brings people joy and smiles. Autumn, harvest season, fields, treetops, golden wheat waves, harvested fruits and warm sunshine.
In autumn, flowing gold, dazzling light, golden elves shuttle in the vast sea of people. ...
Chapter 5: Autumn.
"Xia, leave quickly!" Impatient, always nagging over and over again, so that family and even friends can hear about it. Finally, in my expectation, the footsteps of autumn are getting closer and closer. Autumn is like an invisible magician. His arrival has completely reversed the original scorching sun and scorching environment. The arrival of autumn makes me feel cool and not so hot anymore.
On the way out, a cool breeze blew gently, which was really crisp in autumn! Autumn can also be called a great hero. When it comes to autumn, everyone thinks of fruitful results, and their eyes are shining with the hard work of farmers. Autumn is the favorite season for farmers and laborers. In autumn, farmers can harvest corn, plant peanuts and plant sorghum ... without any hardship, but even so, they are extremely happy, because only in this way can they vigorously develop the agricultural economy and build a well-off society. In their own eyes, the field is their "lifeblood". This metaphor is not exaggerated at all. Every summer vacation, I have to take a walk in other places and feel the hard work. I'm always sweating like a pig after I finish my work. I'm exhausted and breathless, and I have no strength to talk.
Finally, I hope it's time for lunch, because I'm hungry, so I wolfed it down. But in the process of eating, I deeply realized one thing-"weeding at noon, sweat dripping down the soil." Who knows Chinese food is hard! "Autumn, like an experienced painter, turns the leaves bright red and the branches bare, leaving only the" Grand Marshal "-the trunk and branches alone. It can really be said: "Autumn is sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is not as good as spring! "Autumn is like this, with sadness, loneliness, coolness and yearning, but more is the joy on people's faces and great feelings for autumn. I love autumn, love this sentimental autumn.
Chapter 6: Autumn.
Fallen leaves, like butterflies, fly leisurely in the air, that is autumn. When the gentle and hearty autumn wind blows over my face, I will feel the joy of being caressed by her, and I can't help admiring her and listening to her gentle words quietly.
Autumn is beautiful. Her beauty is full. From the rice that turns from green to yellow, to the chrysanthemum that is in bud and fragrant in Wan Li, to the fruitful results from small to large. Everything is so rich and wonderful.
Autumn is beautiful, but her beauty is indifferent. Looking up at the sky, there are white clouds floating in the blue sky, and only a few birds are chirping and singing cheerful songs. Looking down at the earth, the earth is slightly silent. In autumn, there is no vitality in spring, no depth in winter, no trees and grass in summer ... all this is nothing like indifference and harmony in autumn.
I love autumn, and I love all the beauty of autumn. Strolling on the path full of afterglow, looking for the most brilliant autumn scenery alone. Oh, here it is! This is a field in autumn. Seen from a distance, it is golden yellow. Look how plump the ears of rice are. There are heavy millet growing on the slender rice stalks, and the millet people seem to be holding the joy of harvest in the west bag and laughing and bending their backs. Far away, I smelled the aroma of persimmons. Following the aroma, a bumper harvest suddenly appeared in front of me. Huge orange persimmons bent the persimmon tree and hung on the branches like small lanterns. Grapes are also coming in autumn, and a bunch of purple crystal grapes are hanging all over the branches. They are all so crystal clear and lovely as jade carvings. Autumn is really a pleasant Harvest figure.
Autumn brings people the joy of harvest and a quiet environment. I love her fullness, indifference and tranquility. composition
Chapter 7: Autumn.
The wind blows, it's not cold, the water is slightly wrinkled, and there are many idle clouds rippling in the blue sky in the distance. Clouds are floating around, I wonder how deep the courtyard is. The world seems to be much wider, such as being in the wilderness, and the autumn is crisp and refreshing. Leaves, falling with the wind, turned into red mud, and then I realized that autumn had been waiting for a long time.
In recent days, troubles have locked the mind, but they can't get rid of it. Take this opportunity to relax.
It is said that spring is a charming mother, summer is an angry monarch, autumn is a dissatisfied wife, and winter is barbaric. But in the south, it has to be changed in autumn and winter. Autumn is crisp, bright and spacious, even the rain is not continuous, clean and tidy, really a strong man. Unlike winter, only some bugs and ants are floating in the snow, and it is foggy everywhere, really like a dissatisfied wife.
I walked around again, but I was still upset. I wanted to throw it away like a savage, but I was trapped. Thousands of years ago, Jia Xuan should have been stationed on the battlefield in autumn. His country hates his family. What is my little trouble? For such a trivial matter, why not solve it happily and pull a long face like Changbai Mountain? I can't be a monk who sees through the world of mortals or a hermit who loses his mind, but I can open my heart. Pushkin said: "If life deceives you, don't be sad, don't be impatient ... believe it, the melancholy days will pass and the happy days will come." Why can't I be as broad-minded as autumn? If you have a wider heart, your world will be wider.
The autumn wind is refreshing, the knot is clear, and Gui Xiang is floating, which is refreshing.
Be as tolerant as autumn, and you will get a new world.
Chapter 8: Autumn is strong in my hometown.
Last October, the autumn was crisp. I returned to my hometown Tumochuan. ...
On the Hetao plain, there are endless mature corn and sunflowers everywhere; Men, women and children are rushing to harvest; All kinds of vehicles on the highway are constantly flowing and carrying. Listen: the sound of farmers rushing to harvest crops, laughter and the roar of machines are intertwined everywhere! Ah! My hometown is full of autumn, and there is a bumper harvest everywhere.
Autumn wind brings the fragrance of ripe crops and the songs of farmers grabbing crops. You see: the endless yellow sunflowers are full of autumn breath, yellow as gold, and big enough to be intertwined with corn belts. ...
Ah! This is the veritable "big melon seeds in Hetao Plain"-in my hometown!
With the memory of the past, I am looking for the saline-alkali beaches in Fiona Fang, but I can't find a trace. Who wants to see that shiny thing? Who wants to find that barren saline-alkali land? Who has the heart to see the wilderness!
Nowadays, endless corn and sunflower have already replaced the desolate scene of the past!
I wandered in the golden ocean, enjoying the magnificent scenery in front of me. I walked along the yellow irrigation canal in my hometown, so excited and happy!
Walking, I suddenly found my neighbor Wu Sanshu's house breaking corn in the field. You see: they don't go home at noon, but rest and eat dry food in the fields.
I walked over and asked Uncle Wu with a smile, "Uncle Wu is too busy to go home at noon? Very tired! "
"Not tired, not tired, who can care about being tired!" When Uncle Wu saw that I was as happy as a child, pointing to the crops in front of me, his eyes narrowed happily: "The corn and sunflowers I saw are really happy! It's refreshing-thanks to the party's policy of enriching the people! Now the government has leveled the land for farmers and built canals for irrigation; And buy fertilizer for farmers' loans; It also subsidizes farmers' food. I have lived for more than 70 years, and I have never heard of such a good thing as tax exemption for farming subsidies ... "
"The party's policy of enriching the people", I recall my uncle's words, and I feel inexplicably happy psychologically. Yes! It is the party's policy of enriching the people that keeps maturity and hope in the hearts of farmers and covers every inch of rural land. ...
Ah! I love autumn in my hometown!