Go out with snowflakes in late autumn

Autumn wind dances, leaves bounce with the wind, and low-flying willow leaves roll up, leaving upside-down strips, hoping to make the rolled leaves more charming. However, before it could say goodbye to the swaying green leaves, it slipped into the tree nest.

The apple leaves covered with hearts were flushed by the whistling wind and fell like butterflies and scattered flowers ... in a blink of an eye, they fell completely. It has become a world of leaves, you see: red mixed with filar silk yellow, revealing sauce purple. Sending out a faint sadness, the soft pine trees became gloomy, and the cracked Ye Er fell into the soil and made a squeak.

Parthenocissus tricuspidata leaves, like the palm of your hand, have lost their shape. It is timid with frost and looks like a deflated belt from a distance. It is dark red and black, and it looks like dark red at close range. On the winding sand tree, Ye Er and the wind are holding hands, the leaves roll and dance with the wind, and a heart seems to fly into the distance. You see: they land in low-lying places, drill in cracks in trees and crawl along the roadside. With gorgeous colors, the yellow one became a golden field, the red one became a spark, and the green one became a small dried fruit. If you stand in it, the wings of reverie will spread involuntarily. ...

Clouds peep at this scene, hand in hand with the north wind, and the forest ground becomes a colorful world. Whether it is the purple leaves or the yellow leaves, they are scattered in disorder, and only chapped branchlets and petioles nest quietly, like a box. Blowing thick clouds, blowing black clouds, low pressure, sleet quietly came to the earth. The precocious snowflake is covered with a white windbreaker, and a pair of little wings flies! Fly!

Sleeping people curled up in the quilt, trying to resist the cold dew in late autumn. I can't help thinking of Andersen's fairy tale The Little Match Girl. Are people with weak constitution the same as little girls? No, the heating is scheduled to be turned on on 1 1 month 1 day. It's strange that the cold snap came earlier! The strange temperature makes the sleet premature! Worried about bringing clothes for lovers who love to elope? Does the little boy who is worried about being stolen have a foothold? Are pregnant women worried about accompanying their babies to keep out the cold?

Everything is like a dream. I woke up and opened the window, and saw that the branches were white, the roof was white, the earth was white, and the white was not a snow scene, nor was Cher hiding darkness. ...

With a click, the branches of an old elm tree broke and the snowflakes fell heavily. White chrysanthemums can't see tall curly hair. The leaves turned silver, and tiny silver lines trembled in the wind. Only red apples painted the bride's lips.

On the highway, rows of tall poplar trees lined up in a row, wrapped in silver, penetrating the silver world. A car came slowly, its wheels rolling. Suddenly, a beautiful woman braked and the car stopped. A young woman got out of the car. Oh! Three beautiful women have an appointment with the quiet Xue Hai on the white and flawless land. Everyone has scarves floating around their necks, their white faces are flushed, and their big red cashmere coats are open. They stood hand in hand in the snow, dancing, lying or crawling. Laughter broke the peace of the road. Far mountains, covered with snow; Nearby, magpies fly to feed.

On campus, a group of friends stepped on snowflakes. Snowmen piled up, snowballs were flying, hands were wet, and water dripped down the trouser legs. Sparrows chirping for food. Ding Lingling's class bell rang. I don't think it's time for the bell to ring. What would it be like to suspend classes and let the children fly freely? Sensible, I also forgot my role as a teacher, and began to have snowball fights with little gray eggs like an old child. ...

In the silver world, who still has worries, and who still has the desire to fill dissatisfaction?

Related lyric prose recommendation: a quiet morning in Hanshan Temple

Hanshan asked, "Some people in the world slander me, bully me, insult me, laugh at me, despise me, belittle me, hate me and cheat me. What should I do? "

Picard said, "Just bear with him, let him go, let him go, avoid him, bear with him, respect him, ignore him, and stay a few years, and you will see him."

This question and answer clarified many trivial matters of the world of mortals. If eat drink man woman can do this, there will be fewer disputes in the world.

It is said that Hanshan is a descendant of Yang, the royal family of Sui Dynasty. The Sui Dynasty perished, and it lingered in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, but it was tried and tested because of its appearance defects. Wearing an old man's hat, he is brilliant and nobody cares. By chance, he escaped into an empty net and was exiled from Xijing to Jiangnan, where he served the Buddha and the scriptures, and then he had no intention of making a career. I look down on my background, lose the world of mortals, live in a heavy rock, and the air is filled with only white clouds that birds fly by. From then on, I became a hundred-year-old monk. I found it in the forest of a monk in Tiantai Mountain. Because of his pity, he was taken back to the temple to recuperate. Later, he became close friends with Hanshan and converted to Buddhism all his life. Later people call it Hehe Erxian.

These profiles come from my father's story many years ago and how many nights I lived in the countryside. My father's vivid story grew up with me, and Hanshan and pickup truck are one of them. Today, when I walked into the Hanshan Temple in Gusu, named after Hanshan Mountain, my father's story came back to life, and it hasn't faded for twenty or thirty years. I'm curious how dad knew he lived in the countryside and didn't go to school! I don't know, even if I asked, my father just smiled indifferently, as if many stories were naturally embedded in his mind.

One night in the Tang Dynasty, the poet Zhang Ji spent the night in Qiao Feng and listened to the bells of Hanshan Temple in the middle of the night. On the autumn night in first frost, the worries of home and country spread with the autumn frost. Houhanshan Temple is famous for Zhang Ji's poems. Later people may not understand the poet's worries when reading this poem, but they are more yearning and speculation about this temple outside Gusu. What kind of magic does its bell have, so that travelers can write this immortal poem?

One morning in autumn, I came to Hanshan Temple, walked past Hanshitang, looked at the sculpture of Hehe Erxian, bowed down with my hands folded, felt a ray of peace, prayed for the safety of my parents, and said to my father, I relived the story you told me when I was a child in Hanshitang. Wandering in an empty temple, I came to Wenzhongge to listen to the temple bells. It is said that the temple bell is 108 times, one year 12 months, 24 solar terms a year, and 72 days a year (360 days a year, 5 days a year), which adds up to 108. Knock 108, which means that the troubles of a year are gone, perfect. Rich bells, what a beautiful implication, this is the quiet realm of Buddhism.

Sitting in the pavilion, watching the swaying trees, listening to the wind chimes and the sound of the wind blowing, when there are more and more tourists, pull away, pick up a quiet morning, a quiet corner, and then walk into the market and live an earthly life.