It's already1February, and the leaves on the tree have turned yellow, but most of them are hanging on the branches.

At night, under the faint street light, I saw a golden tree. At that moment, I froze.

Looking at the fairy-tale golden tree, flapping its branches and leaves, I was moved to tears.

I always thought that autumn, dead leaves, only represented desolation and loneliness. Autumn wind and autumn rain are so sad that the ancients described autumn in this way:

It is almost like autumn, its color is dim and smoke is gathering; ……

Its cold gas hurts the bones and muscles; Its meaning is gloomy, and the mountains and rivers are lonely.

Taking it as a sound, it is sad and cut, but it is difficult to call.

Listening to the autumn sound and watching the leaves fall one by one is a farewell, and it is also the exhaustion and disappearance of life. Sadness, reluctance and helplessness always haunt me. I appreciate the autumn wind. I am intoxicated with her elegance and exquisiteness, but at the same time, I always fall into a sad mood inevitably.

Today, this brilliance suddenly gave me a strong feeling.

That tree, a person, stood there stubbornly, almost stubbornly, with branches covered with gold, standing firmly in the wind.

It turns out that autumn is also strong. It is persistence and patience.

The essay "Autumn Feelings" 2 finally ushered in a rare rest day. I wanted to sleep in, but the biological clock was working. I woke up when the first ray of sunshine came into the window in the morning, and I couldn't sleep anymore. Just, why not go for a walk by the river and enjoy the autumn morning light?

On the slightly wider riverbank, aunts in twos and threes are dancing in the square dance or playing Tai Ji Chuan. From their figures and movements, there are no traces of years of carving, full of passion and vitality. Just like the sun in autumn, although it is not as vigorous as spring, as tenacious and enthusiastic as summer, it is also pregnant with a kind of vitality in indifference. It can be seen that autumn has its own charm, and the elderly also have its own vitality and style.

The river has lost its wantonness in spring and its rapids in summer. The riverbed can already be seen in some places. On the rocks above the water, one or two old people are absorbed in fishing. The river is clear, reflecting a face that has experienced vicissitudes, but it seems calm and waveless, just like the river in autumn. Judging from the sitting posture of the old man, he has been fishing here for some time. Although he found nothing, he still waited quietly, not anxious or dry. Obviously, fishing is not for fish, they just greet another autumn with a fishing gesture! Filter out the triviality of the years in the faint autumn flavor, and precipitate a kind of peace in the face of everything!

After saying goodbye to the old fisherman, I continued to walk along the river bank. Occasionally, a breeze blows, adding a bit of autumn coolness. Although it is the south, it is autumn after all. A few yellow leaves rolled down from the tree, as if telling parting and parting. Looking at one falling yellow leaf after another, I think, in fact, life is not like this, always repeating life and death, always welcoming the arrival and departure of one after another, endless gathering and parting!

"Dad, look" came a childish voice. Not far away, a 3-year-old child seems to have found something and is busy calling his father. The young father responded with a spoiled face. It turned out that the baby found a young leaf on a withered trunk, which was a great surprise. It seems that autumn not only means aging day by day, but also means the birth of new life! "Little Butterfly", the baby's eyes rested on a butterfly flying in front, and the father quickly followed his son's footsteps. The backs of father and son alternate with each other in the early morning sunshine, full of movement, and gradually blend into the flowers and plants on the shore, which is a good silhouette in autumn morning.

The sun rose slowly, and with a little warmth, I began to walk back. The flowers and plants on both sides of the strait show their unique charm in autumn under the mapping of sunshine. Although they are not as rich as spring and lush as summer, they give people a feeling of inner peace. We often complain that the pace of modern life is too fast and impetuous. In fact, we ignore everything around us, which makes us feel dry. In fact, as long as we stop and watch carefully at a slow pace, we will feel inner peace, which is probably the inspiration this autumn has given us!

The essay "Autumn Sense" 3 Autumn suddenly arrived, and the greenness of a tree gradually disappeared. It didn't take long for it to turn intoxicating golden yellow. I come from the south, and the four seasons in my memory are all green. I have never seen such a beautiful scenery, and I always feel that it is the supreme enjoyment of vision. It's really beautiful. However, before long, the yellow leaves of a tree slowly withered, like an angel falling from the clouds, causing people's pity.

A leaf falls, you know the world is autumn. At first, I didn't realize the sadness of passing away. Now, the leaves fall like the waves of a waterfall, full of leaves of Rehmannia glutinosa, and suddenly a kind of sadness comes to mind. The original transparent yellow gradually withered, and the remnants scattered. It is quiet and beautiful, but there is nothing between heaven and earth. This is the last prosperity before they disappear. Then, it was only covered with winter snow, and everything was gone.

Walking in the falling leaves flying all over the sky, a sense of powerlessness towards life gradually strikes. Life is full of plants and trees, but it is just a blink of an eye. And at this moment, it is also necessary to bloom an extreme prosperity. As Tagore said: Life should be as beautiful as summer flowers and death as beautiful as autumn leaves. Life is impermanent. If we will die eventually, why not bloom overnight?

When the spring breeze passes again in the coming year, everything begins to be reborn, and the dead wood that has been waiting for a winter will be nirvana again. The sun and the moon rotate, and the vegetation is alive and dead. Anyone here? I don't know if people have reincarnation, but I firmly believe that as long as they keep blooming, they will not be disappointed.

We will always stay somewhere, at some moment, in some people's hearts. ...

Many years later, a similar flower will grow on the road we have traveled. ...

Living in the city for a long time, I have no obvious feeling about the changes of the four seasons. When the leaves waiting by the roadside turn from green to yellow and the breeze blows slowly, I feel a little cold. Oh, autumn has come, and the thoughts of the past come to mind in despair. It awakened the memory of my childhood and reminded me of the ups and downs of the past, with a sense of regret and a yearning for regret; There is an unspeakable sense of happiness, and there is a feeling that overflows the heart. And what is mixed with past dreams is a very pleasant pleasure and a sour thought hidden in my heart. I can't refuse this stubborn and latent consciousness from the bottom of my heart. I just need to calm down, put aside all trivial things and immerse myself in the romance and emotion of yesterday. ...

When I was a child, I went out to face the land and crops every day, accompanied by the barking of chickens and dogs, and shared housework for my mother, worrying about the hunger of pigs, sheep and donkeys. When the golden rape blossoms gradually fall off, the heavy ears of wheat are also blue-yellow, and the beans bulge their round bellies, showing us a rich posture; Yam balls open a thick soil layer, trying to give people a surprise in advance; Cabbage and radish are not to be outdone, swinging happy leaves and jumping up vigorously. Whether in the morning or evening, mature crops are swaying the fruits of harvest with great interest, making the fields full of intoxicating fragrance; Breeze with rolling wheat waves, filled with refreshing fragrance; The mixed smell of soil and wheat straw stays in front of people and is unwilling to spread for a long time.

Standing in the field, the mother's brow reveals the joy that can't be concealed. She held up a broken straw and stroked the heavy ears of wheat for fear of hurting them. She lovingly held the injured wheat against her companion, and then complained to herself, "which doll is this?" Why don't you care about crops? " Then remind us to walk on the ridge and not step on the crops. The wind blows gently, and the wheat in one place looks back at the mother. Only they understand the mother's heart and know her hardships. From spring to autumn, the crops in this area shed many mothers' sweat and silent tears. Crops have a chance to rest and breathe, but my mother doesn't.

However, the crops in this area bring a lot of hope and joy to mother and us. With grain, white-flour steamed bread is no longer a rare food. After selling a lot of yam eggs, we have money to buy books. My mother doesn't expect her father's poor salary to make up for our tuition. More importantly, we have new clothes to wear during the Spring Festival.

When I was a child, I liked autumn just for food and clothing. When I grow up, my favorite autumn is another kind of scenery and another kind of taste.

More than 20 years ago, in the golden autumn season, a little life in my body came to me. Although her pink face was covered with wrinkles, her fists were clear and powerful. A cry made her family and I understand that she came into this world, became my daughter and became a member of our family.

I am no longer carefree, I have become a wife and mother. I carefully arrange my life and create the warmth and happiness of my small family with my feelings. Time flies like water. A few years later, we broke the family planning policy and gave birth to a second child. To tell the truth, I had to give up until I had a son. Seeing that our growing daughter is lonely, lacking playmates and happy atmosphere, we decided to have a second child for boys and girls and create a happy family environment for the children.

Everything is like this, and it is another fruitful autumn. My chubby son cried so hard that he broke the peace of dawn. The nurse held my son in front of me, and I lay on the delivery bed, full of joy and deep concern. The severity of punishment has been placed in front of me, and my future life will be very difficult.

Faced with tough policies, we gambled on our future. A red-headed document from the county government announced the punishment decision for us. My husband kept his public office, but severe financial punishment increased our burden and cast an indescribable shadow on my heart.

In those days, although life was a little hard, life was a little hard, but I was not discouraged. In order to make a living, I started a hard journey on the road of life. At that time, the small county's self-employment had just started, and I began to raise funds to run a canteen in the school. Because I violated the family planning policy, all levels of approval procedures gave me a red light. While I was waiting in despair, I met one of my teachers, who gave me great support without violating the principle. He asked someone to find a way to handle the examination and approval procedures for my business license. With the help of relatives and friends, I finally got the individual business license. Dongping West raised less than 1000 yuan in cash, but it still couldn't solve the urgent need. I sold the only electrical appliance in my family, a color TV. On the day when school started in autumn, deafening firecrackers accompanied my joy and sadness, and "xx Middle School Stationery Store" finally opened.

The road of life is unpredictable. I didn't expect to become a small trader one day. That autumn, I experienced all kinds of hardships and accumulated unspeakable frustration and sadness. Pushing bicycles in the streets of the county, because of the shortage of funds, I can't get all the goods at once. In order to avoid the phenomenon of out of stock, I can only buy less and often, and buy several times a day. Students go out to buy goods after class, and students come back to sell goods after class. I listen to the students' bell and go to work, following the footsteps of teachers and students. At that time, people had a strange view of self-employed people. Sometimes when I meet an acquaintance on the way to purchase goods, I quickly bow my head and pass by in a hurry. Standing at the counter selling goods, afraid to look others in the eye. I cut off all contact with my classmates and friends, and silently cultivated the bitter fruit I planted. Only in the dead of night will I remember and miss my humble job.

I tried to forget everything in the past and pretend to be a secular businessman. January passed, and I had a small harvest; A year has passed, and I have a considerable income. During this period, the state also vigorously supported the development of individual industrial and commercial households. There were more channels for purchasing goods and more commodities, and my business gradually flourished. People have changed their prejudice against self-employed, and I have a new understanding of my work and gradually like my career. Although I have encountered all kinds of unimaginable hardships in my life, I have gained rich life experiences.

Life has given me happiness, and also let me taste the ups and downs of life. After all this, I became strong and calm, and I made unremitting efforts to create a warm little family.

In the moment of time, a pair of children beside me, who are full of milk, have exceeded my height. In the past five years, they all received the gilded university admission notice in the season of passion and mature harvest, and they entered a new starting point on the road of life in the golden autumn when the fruits were full of branches. Four years later, my daughter just threw herself into the arms of the plateau and began to work. An admission notice from a foreign university was sent to her. The warm afterheat will not be exhausted. Surrounded by Gesanghua, my daughter embarked on the road of studying in a foreign country in the cool autumn wind of beautiful Qinghai.

Children have their own living space, and I feel that I have a chance to breathe and rest. I remembered a beautiful agreement in my life. If there is an opportunity, I must realize my literary dream.

Half-life knot, because of the dream in my heart. On a cool autumn night, I am immersed in my own words, listening to my own voice, feeling the true feelings of the world, feeling the vicissitudes of the world, and preaching the beauty and ugliness of good and evil.

I finally found my spiritual sustenance and the sweet spring that nourishes my life. On a soft moonlight night, I told my husband around me a long-cherished wish that I would make a book of my words, leave it to my children and give it to my relatives as a souvenir. With his great help and active support, another mature autumn day, I finally realized my long-cherished dream.

Looking through the printed words, although not gorgeous and exquisite, is my heartfelt wish, which brings some pleasure and touch to readers.

The readers who have given me encouragement and support have moved me, and I am working tirelessly for my dreams. Autumn not only harvested abundant grains, but also harvested a lot of feelings and happiness in my life. I love autumn, and I like the calmness, calmness and maturity it brings me.