Autumn in the Old Capital > Response to a Book or an Article
On the surface, this essay is a praise of autumn in Beiping, but in fact it expresses my nostalgia for my hometown. After the author savored it carefully, he also revealed his inner loneliness and sadness. I deeply admire the implicit beauty of Yu Dafu's articles.
I live in a city. Of course, I don't have the beautiful scenes in the article. Traffic is everywhere, and occasionally fallen leaves are swept away by responsible environmental workers. In autumn, it didn't feel cold here at all, but it suddenly became very cold in June at 5438+ 10. Overnight, I changed from wearing a vest and undershirt to wearing a two-layer long-sleeved suit. You can't feel autumn at all in the city. But from another angle, I still like autumn. If you go to a community garden or park, you will find that autumn scenery here is the most beautiful in the world. In any case, the other three seasons can't catch up, such as blooming chrysanthemums, dreamy fallen leaves, high sky and still water. There is a thin chill in the air, neither more nor less. You will feel the same way as Yu Dafu, but I still have to admire Yu Dafu's delicate observation and beautiful writing.
The joy of fruit ripening, the rustling of leaves all over the ground, the desolation of Qiu Chan's wailing, and the lingering sigh of idle people in autumn rain all describe autumn with excellent taste. Autumn in my hometown is an immortal essay.