After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn.
Text/My Neighbor Totoro Ranran
"I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family even more during the holidays" tells the feelings of autumn;
"The empty mountain "Autumn comes late after the new rain" describes the splendor of autumn;
"The endless falling trees are fluttering under the trees" describes the desolation of autumn;
"The falling clouds and lonely birds fly together, "Autumn water lasts for a long time and the sky is the same color" depicts the magnificence of autumn.
When poets think of autumn, they always express a lot of sadness, but for me, I feel more joy.
I like the coolness of autumn, the quietness of autumn, the indifference of autumn. The yellow and fallen leaves dance with the wind one after another, walking casually, and walking on the quiet and unique path, you can feel the autumn even more. The joyful nature given.
Wandering among the green mountains and green waters, admiring the boundless maple leaves, whistling down, this scene is very wonderful.
Du Mu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem called "Mountain Journey", which said: "Far up the cold mountain, the stone path is slanted, and there are homes where the white clouds grow. I parked my car and sat in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are red in February. Flowers." It can be seen that the charm of autumn is clearly reflected in the maple leaves.
Since ancient times, literati and poets have been very fond of maple leaves, and it is not uncommon to recite and describe poems about them.
Maple leaves turn red in color due to the autumn season, and are often used by poets to describe autumn colors.
Because of its bright red color, uniqueness, and beautiful leaf shape, the legend about the color of maple leaves has been particularly popular since ancient times. "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" contains: "The Yellow Emperor killed Chiyou in Lishan, abandoned his weapons, and turned into maple leaves." "
The general meaning is that after the Yellow Emperor killed Chi You, the weapons were stained with blood and turned into maple trees, and the maple leaves naturally turned red. Yang Wanli, a poet of the Song Dynasty, wrote in the poem "Red Leaves": "Xiao Feng stole the heavenly wine all night, but his love was lonely and the pine covered the drunken guest." In the eyes of the poet Yang Wanli, the maple leaf was stained by secretly drinking the " heavenly wine" red.
"In the Ming Dynasty, sails and mats were hung, and maple leaves fell one after another." One leaf knows autumn, one thought lasts a lifetime, it is transcendent and refined, and the marks of time add a bit of precipitation to the casual indifference of autumn.
I remember that when I was a child, I loved the golden color of autumn the most, the fragrance of autumn, the heavy and full fruits of the trees.
Autumn, the harvest season, is far away, and your eyes are full of the taste of autumn. Even if you don’t taste it, you have already experienced the taste, sour and sweet, crisp and fragrant, soft and smooth, just like a thousand Hundreds of fruits swirl on the tip of my tongue and then slide into my stomach.
The joy of the harvest is engraved on people's brows, which really corresponds to the description of the saying, "A grain of millet is planted in spring, and ten thousand grains are harvested in autumn."
In my memory, autumn represents the busy time of farming, harvesting, picking, crushing, and exposure to the sun. Under the warm and passionate sunshine, farmers wear felt hats, roll up their trouser legs and sleeves, and go to and from the wheat fields. Between the garden and the orchard, the tenacious arms pick up the fruits of hard work of the whole family in exchange for a sense of inner peace before the New Year.
I admire the magic of autumn, and I also admire the people who have been working in the fields for generations. For autumn colors, autumn fruits, and autumn thoughts, their footprints walking on the ridge paths are full of joy. The withered fingers covered with soil and blackened by dirt, the deeply wrinkled yellow face carved by hard work and time, and the numerous expectations filled in the worn bamboo baskets and corners are all the more moving, sincere and charming.
Just because, this is the persistence of life, just because, this is the accumulation of life.
"The Mid-Autumn Festival is the most beautiful." When the sky is dry and yellow, it dances and rotates, marking the long track of the change of seasons.
Today, I still love the poignancy and majesty of autumn, and the autumn feeling etched deep in my heart is the deep autumn thoughts of my hometown. Autumn in my hometown is cold and lingering. It is often close to October, but it is already as cold as cicadas. Even if I wear thick clothes, I still feel the cold.
My home is adjacent to the Yangtze River, so I have the opportunity to walk along the embankment.
Although it is not in the mountains, you can still experience the pleasant portrayal of "After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes" by Wang Wei, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.
Standing on the bank of the river, the river breeze is blowing by, and the coldness is also mixed with a hint of warmth. The top of the head is blue, and there are groups of wild geese in the gaps, flying to a warmer place, using the "wind to turn over the sky" Thousands of white waves, and a line of wild geese dotting the blue sky." This scene is really just right to describe it.
The water is mottled and sparkling, and the golden afterglow of the setting sun reflects with the river. A small boat is rocking across the river, crossing the river, overlapping into the eyes, projected into the soul, and the mood is actually dyed. A layer of gold.
Suddenly I remembered that there was a poem, "A setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red." I couldn't help but sigh. Who said that picturesque scenery only exists outside the world? This place, right now, everything in front of you is really a feast of gluttony.
Now that I am outside, I rarely feel the autumn mood of my hometown. But every time I lock the door, close the window, turn off the lights, and quietly go to bed, this scene will appear in front of my eyes. The moisture in the corners of my eyes and the difficulty in breathing extend my nostalgia for the autumn scenery of my hometown.
Perhaps, it is Qiu's charming charm and strong ability to convey feelings that makes people unable to stop falling in love with her.
Photographers record the beauty of autumn through images, writers convey the meaning of autumn through words, and singers sublimate the charm of autumn through lyrics.
Have you ever imagined the magnificence of "at the mouth of the Zhaitang Gorge, at the head of the Qujiang River, thousands of miles of wind and smoke meet the plain autumn"? Have you ever imagined the haziness of "the autumn sand on the far shore is white, and the mountains are glowing red in the evening"? Have you ever imagined the loneliness of "the autumn wind is moving thousands of miles, and the sunset is yellow and the clouds are high"? In this way, in all kinds of ways, if you go out, you can get a glimpse of the beauty of autumn, "the distant trees are wandering outside the forest, and half of the autumn mountains are covered with sunset".
The famous modern poet Xu Zhimo also has a different feeling for autumn. He once wrote in "Autumn Language", "Autumn rain falls in a first-class cold autumn pool, and in a haggard autumn willow. , on a timid autumn branch, on an autumn leaf that is about to turn yellow, listen to him whispering affectionately and whispering about the love affairs and plots of three autumns, and then gently blowing him into the autumn halo of the autumn water. The whispers of the autumn rain, the sentiments of the three autumns, and the plots of love poems also fall into the autumn halo of the autumn water, and follow the autumn flow. ”
Autumn comes and goes, one after another, full of sixteen characters for autumn, delicate and affectionate, sad and tactful. This emotional master perfectly conveys his emotional expression with the artistic conception of autumn.
In autumn, there is no extreme splendor of spring flowers, no noise that binds impetuousness, only one autumn color, quiet and pure, only one line of life, mature and deep, only one red maple, eager and sincere.
Autumn to me is deep and beautiful. To me, autumn is sincere and full of autumn, waiting for everyone to taste it.