Clear Autumn

In October, the red leaves of Xiangshan Mountain should have covered the top of the mountain. Before my eyes were just a piece of yellow leaves falling all over the ground, with mottled marks, scattered in late autumn. I really want to go to Xiangshan Mountain to see the enchanting mountain full of red flowers, so that the autumn of October can be spent in the joyful colors. Walking into the depth of October, the morning dew wetted the weeds on the roadside. For a long time, I like to live with a moist green color. The wind in October gradually brought the cold of the North to my side, which was cool. I think soon, these weak lives will be silent in the cold winter, losing their original elegant demeanour, waiting for the first ray of sunshine in March to wake up again, lamenting that the reborn life is no longer the original flavor, and the heart is inevitably a little lonely. I don’t have the heart to write the pale Qing Qiu, just a little lamenting the short life. Perhaps, the feeling of pity and sorrow disturbed my love for autumn. Or the sad time ruthlessly captured the graceful elegance of life, thinking more about the bleak after the autumn. I feel a little guilty about the obscurity of my soul. In fact, there are many bright scenery in October. In the season of clear autumn, life will still come to bloom with frost, and it will still release its unique charm. Among them, there is no lack of osmanthus flowers and plain flowers that I prefer. You can smell the dark fragrance deep in your heart from a distance, which makes you happy. In the bottom of my heart, I like the silent appearance of osmanthus flowers, which is implicit, quiet and simple and elegant. The fragrance floating from afar was drunk in clear autumn and October. However, it is hard for you to see her swaggering on the branch and showing her charm. The plain flowers were blooming among the dark green branches and leaves, so quiet and soft. It was hard to see her shy face if she hadn’t been searching with great concentration. Osmanthus flowers bloom in the October of autumn, gentle and thin. Such as a warm and cool woman, no more words, no more words, a slight smile, no intoxicated will also have a kind of secret joy. October is such a season that makes people hard to give up, with mature, quiet, but with thoughts that cannot get rid of sorrow. Perhaps, beauty may not only come from the flowery early spring. The beauty of autumn is not only the appearance, but also the agitating feelings deep in the soul. I have read many autumn words. Ouyang Xiu’s “Ode to the sound of Autumn” is a bit miserable. After reading it, I felt a cold chill: Ye Fu! Plants are ruthless, sometimes drifting. Human beings are animals, only the spirit of things. If you feel a hundred worries, you must shake your essence. However, if you think what your strength can’t do and worry what your wisdom can’t do, you should think that those who are arrogant are made of wood and those who are arrogant are made of stars. Why is it not the quality of gold and Stone to strive for honor with vegetation? Why do you hate the autumn sound when you think who kills the thief for it! Its hue is dim, and the smoke fades; Its appearance is fresh and clear, the sky is high and the sun is bright; Its climate is cold, biting people’s muscles; Its artistic conception is lonely and desolate, and there is no anger, the stream is quiet and the forest is empty. Therefore, the sound it makes is sometimes mournful, and the call sign occurs rapidly and cannot be stopped. The coldness makes people chilling. The contemporary writer Junqing once wrote a poem of autumn, which was like a Western oil painting full of blush. Red persimmon trees, yellow orange Hawthorn, a beautiful harvest scene. There is no doubt that this kind of autumn is rich and gorgeous, but there is more tendency of humanistic color. For a long time, I don’t like too obscure or too flamboyant beautiful words. The sad look makes people cry, and the heart will decline in the world of mortals, without the hope of life; But it is as flamboyant as the slogan shouted in the big trumpet of the village in the hometown, looking back, I forgot its reality. The autumn in October is rich and elegant. No matter how strong the red leaves of Xiangshan Mountain are, what is revealed in the paper should still be that kind of carefree mood, even in the cold, it still shows the tenacity of life. Standing in the depth of autumn, she picks her beauty and warms her heart. Thinking of her wounds, I can feel the mighty of life. Qing autumn is a combination of grace and silence, and a scenery combining romance and reality. It is a gentle soft color flowing in the autumn wind. In late autumn, there was no fickleness and no excessive sorrow. I just turn the feeling in my heart into plain beauty, write it into plain life, and feel warm and peaceful in the clear autumn of the fleeting years. In October, in the graceful time and space, I would like to sing in peace in the cool world, not to mention sorrow or grace. Compose a song of autumn, flick the chord with the continuous rain, and walk in the long river of life with the warm Ming Che. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

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