Articles describing August

The colors of August are made of gold, bright and precious; the colors of August are brewed of sunshine, fragrant and brilliant. Below are the articles I compiled describing August, welcome to read! Article 1 describing August

A small city, a long street, a kind of concern, an August with green mountains and green waters.

I always feel that life does not belong to me. From the moment God gives us life, he is making an agreement with us that one day, He will take it back. I always think that life should be evergreen like pines and cypresses, but I don’t know where it will grow. However, we have no choice in destiny. What a person should do seems to be arranged by God. Life is given by God, but destiny must be controlled by ourselves. And I never believe in the idea that fate is good or bad. But I feel like things that I just don’t believe in will come back the other way. I couldn't help but think of my old mother, who had lived in the loess all her life, facing the loess with her back to the sky all day long. I don’t know how much effort it takes to get back the beauty my mother lost in her life. Destiny that cannot be changed, life without choices, is reality and destiny. Could it be that she just drifted away in the rush of time? In August, I was in Pengyang.

I spent August of this year in Pengyang. Not traveling, not visiting relatives.

Pengyang County is located at the southern edge of Ningxia Hui Autonomous Region, at the eastern foot of Liupan Mountain, connected to Guyuan, Ningxia, to the west, and surrounded by Zhenyuan, Pingliang, Huanxian and other cities and counties in Gansu to the east, south and north. The county is surrounded on all sides In the middle of the mountain is a clear river, and the water flows quietly through the county.

I went there inadvertently. I felt that staying at home all the time was not an option, so I went to Pengyang over the mountains with my friends.

The mountains on all sides of Pengyang are all green, like several huge emerald stones covering the mountains, which look particularly cool in the sun. Various trees hit each other one after another, one wave after another, pressing over in a mighty manner. At a height of more than ten meters, you will see a pavilion, and looking up, there is another pavilion. Hidden behind a tree, the tree blocked the pillar in front, and only the top made of glazed tiles was visible. Under the dense pine and cypress bushes, there are flowers and plants all over the hillside, like a colorful carpet, harmonious, fragrant, rhythmic and warm. The breeze blows, not spring, but better than spring.

I heard from the old man next door that the pine and cypress trees on the mountain were always there. In the past few years, farmland has been returned to forest, and small plants have been planted under the trees. Small pine trees have been planted where there were no trees before. Now there is not even half a piece of cultivated land on the mountain. Most of the farmers here make a living by doing side jobs.

We can’t see such scenery there. Although there are trees on the mountain, there are not many. Most of them are small plants such as mountain thorns, which are not so majestic. Occasionally you will see an ancient pavilion protruding from the top of the mountain, or an old path hanging halfway up the mountain, wrapping around the entire mountain. Separated by a ravine or several canals, there are continuous layers of terraced fields.

August in the image feels very dry. Experienced farmers said that September is better than August because there is more rain in September. For those farmers who cling to a few acres of land, they are very eager for rain, and it has sacred sayings, and they must pay tribute during festivals such as the Dragon Boat Festival. They all hope that there will be enough rain so that the wheat will not be dried out. My mother is no exception. She looks forward to rain every day.

"It won't rain. We won't have any rain in August," I said absently.

?You know what, you just hope it doesn’t rain? ?Looking up at the sky while talking. I picked up a handful of soil and was blown away by the south wind. It will rain in a few days. ?

That’s true, I just hope it won’t rain for the time being. When it rained, I couldn't get there. I was thinking of going to my friend's house to play after I was done at home, but my mother told me that.

In August, if we have a good year here and the south wind blows more, there will be a lot of rain. It's a very thin kind of rain, gentle and light like snowflakes in winter.

Within a few days, it really started to rain. I really admired my mother’s experience in knowing the weather by looking at the clouds. It's raining, not to mention how happy my mother is. People who were busy with this and that asked me to help clean up the things in the yard. I covered them with plastic sheets and moved back what needed to be moved. They also say that I am too lazy to eat and do nothing. I am never as filial to my parents as other children. I help the family with some work and just hang out. I remained silent. After cleaning up the things in the field, my mother took the shovel. I asked her why she went to the fields even though it was raining. The mother did not speak, but just left. Perhaps this was her life's duty and her destiny. Carrying the shovel, I staggered up the mountain. I wanted to go, but my mother asked me to stay at home. It hasn't rained for a long time. When it finally rained, my mother had to go to the fields to work for a while. If there is too much rain, mother will be free.

It rained like this all night, and it was still raining the next day. A friend came to me early in the morning and said that he had some work to do in Pengyang, and it would be completed in about ten days. After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to go.

After packing my luggage, my mother asked me what I was going to do. I said I was going to hang out. In fact, she already knew that I was going to work, so she helped me cook food and water without saying anything. I was nagging about something, don’t forget to bring it, your toothbrush and your ID card.

?Mom, no, no time to eat, they are all waiting for me. I brought everything. ?I said feebly and carried the box out. My mother also helped me carry the luggage, and she was still talking about? It’s raining so heavily

?Aren’t you looking forward to rain every day? I’m a little bit I asked my mother in surprise. My mother said, "It won't rain anytime soon. You're about to go on a long trip, so it's raining so heavily..."

I know that my mother actually doesn't want me to go. When I leave, she will be the only one left in the house. My mother is also tired, and I want to stay at home with her and help her with some housework, but I really have no other way. As soon as we got in the car, my mother kept nagging her about this and that, and her clothes and shoes got wet. The rain soaked her whole body.

?Mom, go back. We will be there in a minute. We will call you when we get there. ?The mother seemed not to hear and stood still. He was still mumbling something. The rain blurred my vision. Through the curtain-like rain, I saw my mother's red eyes and gloomy face, just like the hazy weather in August, the feeling that it was about to rain. She seemed to have something to say to me, but when she walked up to me, she seemed to have stopped talking. At eight o'clock in the morning, we set off. The car drove off and my mother was left behind. She was alone, standing alone in the rain. The secretly weeping eyes, isn't that the love a mother has for her son. The rain in August is fine and cottony. After I left, I was worried that my mother's tears would fall to the ground together with the rain in August. Those precious raindrops, those tears of love, carry a mother's farewell The love of my son is not only concern, but also expectations, and endless unspeakable reluctance.

Finally, it became more and more blurry, and my mother finally became a point. This point was slowly shrinking, shrinking into more than three hours of my sleep. The August rain is also slowly falling, knocking on the car windows and rustling, performing its own hypnotic spell on everyone sleeping in the car.

At first, I was watching the scenery with my friends, but as I watched, I lost interest and fell asleep in a daze. Some people like to see the scenery when riding in a car, but I like to sleep. As soon as I fell asleep, my limbs became paralyzed. My thoughts are far away, far away, far away and misty. I saw it, I saw it, my mother's rain shadow was far away, and the car had traveled dozens of miles. The distance was lengthening bit by bit, second by second, and my heart was being chopped into pieces piece by piece. It has become more and more, and the longing has become stronger. In the dictionary of life, mother is also drifting away. I remind myself all the time not to let my mother worry too much about me. I know that one day, my mother will drag her thin body away from us. A writer once said: Missing is like a gust of wind that is everywhere. ?I haven’t felt the strong wind like this for a long time, and my face is getting hotter and hotter. I touch the world, but I don't realize that my mother was born in this world and exists on the edge of this society.

Yes, longing is like a gust of wind, blowing here and there again. A mother stands on the way forward and on the way out, standing in the heart of a son. It's the way forward and it's the way out, which makes me concerned and worried. The rain in August makes me nostalgic and makes me feel ignorant homesickness.

After driving on the muddy road for more than three hours, I was woken up and vaguely heard that Peng Yang had arrived. The weather in Pengyang was not bad, but the sun stung my eyes, which had not yet been opened, and they closed even tighter. I opened my eyes hard and looked around. Then I pulled my suitcase and followed my friends to where we wanted to go.

The county is not big. There is only one main street, and the rest are very small and not very long. The direction of the street is north-south, and the trees on both sides are very tall, covering the street tightly. There are not too high buildings built on both sides, which look a bit handsome. Walking further down, you will come across a large square filled with people enjoying the cool weather and drinking. Three or five people gather around a table to eat and drink, making fists and making noise, and the street is full of sounds and the smell of alcohol. There were many people wearing white cloth hats here, and I realized that we were already outside the province. Most of them were Hui people, not many Han people.

Sometimes when I sit in a restaurant eating, or shopping in the mall, I see other people talking and laughing with their mothers, and I have an inexplicable feeling, and I think of myself. mother. Whenever you have money, let your mother have a good meal. My mother always does what she should do silently. Facing the few acres of land that she couldn't part with, the loess turned her face so yellow. Sweat turned her face into thousands of ravines like the Loess Plateau, and her temples quietly sprouted white hair from working day and night. Those layers are stacked on top of each other to form her old growth rings. Getting up early and coming back late, is this just for life? Is it just for the fate that cannot be changed? Today, it is already the August season, and it is already feeling cold. When I went home, I wanted to buy something for my mother, but I couldn’t think of it. What. Maybe I should buy some clothes.

When I was a child, my mother was like a book in my backpack, which I could not understand no matter how I read it; when I grew up, I understood my mother but could not understand life; in the future, I think my mother was a strong Deep thoughts; or a song that sings my life and my mother’s life.

The mountain opposite has become our leisure time travel spot, and the river has also become our sightseeing scenic spot.

I’ve heard before that Liupan Mountain is a watershed. It rains here and it’s sunny there. This time I saw it. On the day we arrived, it was sunny here. The weather in Pengyang gets sunny quickly and cloudy quickly. Located not far from Liupan Mountain, it has a dry continental monsoon climate with occasional rains. The weather in August is very changeable. Most of the time we are free. Within a few days, it became gloomy and rainy. When I had free time, my friends and I climbed up to Qifeng Mountain opposite. It was covered with greenery and huge pine and cypress trees. Steps have been built on the mountain and they are swept clean. Walking up the steps, you will see a pavilion, and walking up again, there is another pavilion. There are stone benches in each pavilion, and there are many people watching the scenery, taking photos, drinking, and it is noisy. At the foot of the mountain is the ancient Great Wall of the Qin Dynasty. Looking at the walls made of blue bricks, one wonders whether the ancients also desperately fought against the enemy on this ancient city wall in order to change their misfortune. Those traces, over thousands of years, are what history has written. In Pengyang.

Standing under the green shade, the wind blows through the green hills. Standing and gazing into the distance or bowing your head to meditate, it’s good to be free, or it’s good to be busy. When you are free, you feel interesting; when you are busy, you feel at ease. Let the wind blow the white corners of my clothes and flutter among the green mountains and green waters of Pengyang, making my longing heart look forward to passing through August this year. When you are free, you look forward to being busy, and when you are tired from work, you will have a good sleep; when you are busy, you see others idle, and you lose interest in working, especially at dusk, when people in Pengyang eat After dinner, we went out and played happily in the square. Not to mention how envious I am. Mother should also stop what she is doing at this time. Oh! I haven’t stopped yet. A group of chickens, a pig, cats, and dogs all begged her for food. In my memory, my mother's hands and feet never stopped, as if they were constantly walking towards the end. But when mothers also have free time, their hearts are free. It was cloudy and rainy, and there was a lot of rain. I couldn't go out and work in the fields, so my mother felt free. She squatted on the kang and started making shoes and clothes for us. I was still young at that time, so I sat down Be by your mother's side and talk to your mother. My mother had a small cabinet dedicated to shoes, which was full of new shoes. Whenever there was a holiday, her mother would always take out a pair of newly made shoes to wear. She remembered that she never wore the new shoes her father bought for her. She said Cloth shoes are comfortable to wear. She just kept the new shoes she bought and the cloth shoes she made herself. Keeping them? I don’t know how long her mother will keep them. I saw through my mother that it didn’t matter whether she was busy or not. Whether she is free or busy, she is always calm and at ease in her heart. Now that we have grown up, my mother still makes new shoes for us. She knows that we will not wear them, but she still makes them. It has become a kind of responsibility and a kind of inertia.

In August, I was in Pengyang. I stood high in Pengyang, stepping on this green land and looking at the way I came. The trees were waving to see off guests, as if I was visiting Pengyang. The way we came here took more than three hours, and the way back should also take more than three hours, or even longer. Waiting, everything is waiting, and my anxious heart has been brewing for more than thirty days. High green mountains, long flowing green water, my heart stays in Pengyang, but I can't stop the longing in my heart, it's time to go back.

This August in Pengyang, there is an extra care and a little sadness. Care is like a clear stream, slowly flowing through my anxious heart. That clear stream is the best favor I have ever received in my life, and it has nourished me throughout my life. Concern makes me more worried and less lonely. More rational and less childish ignorance.

The clear love and care, the clear tenderness and subtlety, are the mother's nagging, a phone call, and a deep greeting.

In August, chrysanthemums decorate the desire to go home and slowly bloom into beautiful flowers. Amazing, warm, homecoming.

Yes, I will go back eventually, in August. On that piece of land that has experienced many past events, pine and cypress trees were planted all over the mountains and plains, and wild chrysanthemums like carpets were spread on the ridges of the terraced fields.

Life should be as green as pines and cypresses, and as blooming as chrysanthemums. But you are not.

I can’t bear for you to drift away like this, planting yourself into the loess like wheat.

Yes, life is given by God, you must cherish it and work hard to repay it. When you reach the edge of survival, the only thing you want to return to God is a warm and loving heart. Article 2 describing August

Time passes slowly in the long river of time, the breeze blows gently, and in the blink of an eye, the autumn sky has drifted away like floating clouds.

The long-awaited heavy rain has arrived as expected, and its majestic momentum cannot be increased. There is a sputtering and crackling, the broken-winged angels fall into the dust, and the ethereal spirits wander in the hazy. Kuitun City, a small town outside the Great Wall, is baptized in the rain and fed by the Kui River. It is a unique cave.

The rain in August feels like sadness, tranquility and longing. When the raindrops fall on the lotus, when the raindrops knock on the glass window, when the raindrops fall on the endless sky, the rain in August makes me miss you more and more. With the sound of all the rain, it spreads in my heart. The deepest emotions are truly entangled.

When it rains, sometimes the drizzle is lingering, sometimes as dense as cow hair, sometimes as dense as a basket net. The author is used to sitting in front of the window and staring into the distance of the rain. The rain is so gentle, and the trees , the flowers, the houses, and the expectations hidden in the rain.

When it rains, listen quietly. The colors in your dreams are the autumn colors of the garden in August in this season. Many flowers have fallen. The dripping eaves, the moonlight spreading all over the clothes, think of the sigh when the flowers fall. Watching quietly, choosing a simple and joyless retreat, a sentence, a poem, bit by bit, fall into the heart, and the beautiful dreams float in the wind and fall in the rain. It's August in the world, and the falling rainy season makes me wet and sigh.

When it rains, the flowers on the trees fall, and together with the sound of the pattering rain, the lingering drops fall into the bottom of my heart. Yesterday, the fireworks bloomed, and in the night sky, scattered shooting stars flickered, waiting for thousands of years, and the beauty of the falling rain left countless joys in the world.

When it rains, the author is used to opening the dusty door of memory and letting go of some thoughts. The laughter and joy of the past wash out some sadness in the rain at this time. The rain in August is the continuation of longing, lingering in the heart.

When it rains, I am used to listening quietly, examining myself again and again, and listening to the deepest words my heart tells me?

When it rains, I like to Being alone and quiet, I like the beauty of drizzle blooming quietly like autumn. Occasionally when it rains, I look up at the sky outside the window alone through the door and window glass, accompanied by the soothing melody and the sound of drizzle, in this artistic conception , savor every bit of life?

The sound of falling rain, the graceful breeze, and the gentle movement of footsteps. The light rain is very lingering, very lingering, the sycamore trees in front of the street, listening to the faint pretentiousness of the rain. The glass of doors and windows is the echo of raindrops, for a long time, like the fragmented time.

On a rainy day, the rain falls all over the ground, and all kinds of cool raindrops float up. My vision gradually becomes blurred, and I smile in the wind and rain. The past can no longer be pursued.

However, in the falling rain, there are inexplicable thoughts that linger, are there some things that should be let go, are some moods that need to be changed, I have thought about them for a long time, but I still don’t know, maybe it’s just Just thoughts.

The patter of rain is the beating note of this season, nourishing the coolness of the summer of 2014.

Looking at the green trees outside the window, I couldn’t help but want to go out for a walk. The author was thinking that the air after the rain would be very clear, with the fragrance of earth and grass, making people feel relaxed and happy, and very comfortable. . The rain gradually stopped, and the scent of grass and mud was more pleasant than the scent of flowers.

The wind is miserable, the rain is misty, the heavy rain has stopped, and the light rain has come again. They all say that the scenery in Xinjiang is beautiful, the continuous drizzle is beautiful, the girl is holding an umbrella and looking at the lake, the fish are playing in the water, the artistic conception beyond the Great Wall, The literati of the past dynasties have described many, many things, and today's Western Region is also a poetic and picturesque place. This reminds the author of "Everywhere on the Frontier", a beautiful song that makes people like and miss it very much. .

I am used to watching the sunrise and evening shine on the rooftops, and listening to the evening drums and morning bells on the streets. I let the tiny sunshine play freely, and the colorful mottled light spots leave an indelible mark on my body.

The light rain in August still seems to be floating in that season, moving slowly and moving with the wind, getting wet one after another, and the flowers fall to the ground, red and pink. Dotted with the small patch of grass under the tree.

In August in autumn, the sky is blue, white clouds, the sun is bright, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. It is the harvest season, the time when the fruits are fragrant. The orange-yellow wilderness is a busy scene, with people coming and going, shuttle machinery, traveling oxcarts, playing children, and flying birds, forming a beautiful picture in the autumn wilderness. The author was stationed in Kuitun City, recalling this beautiful picture for a long time and imagining this harvest-filled season.

In August of autumn, you can see plump red jujubes hanging all over the place. The thorny jujube trees have experienced the cycle of the four seasons and bear happy fruits, just like the people in the Western Regions have experienced wind, frost, snow and rain. The environment is the same as in the Western Regions year after year. With the spirit of being hard-working and not afraid of suffering, he is a spiritual flower that will never wither on the land of the Western Regions.

In August of autumn, the author is waiting for distant friends and long-lasting friendship, like a blooming flower that will never wither. In August of autumn, I was lying under the maple tree with yellow leaves, thinking of my distant friends and the days we had together. Those innocent friendships, like maple leaves, fall cleanly and neatly on the grass, without any stain or rot, and are complete like friendships that people have hidden for a long time.

August in autumn is a rainy season, which is both an experience and a kind of enjoyment; rainy days are ordinary and ordinary. When you review the past, you will find that rainy days The days are more precious; the days when it rains are times full of sadness and joy. Every time it rains, there is a touching story.

In August in autumn, small raindrops drifted across the windowsill, knocking on the door of the author's soul inadvertently, and the sound of the raindrops colliding with the ground turned into a string of musical notes. After a moment of warmth, I have a guitar and a moist heart, directing an endless rain of heart, and then silently kissing the coming autumn tightly.

In the autumn of August, the author walked silently on the streets illuminated by neon lights. The colorful street lights were like a picture scroll, blooming with the stars and moon in the sky. The beautiful night sky, walking through the August night , walking into a dream-like place, people quietly appreciate the beauty of August, the scenery outside the Great Wall in August, and the cantabile life in August?