: At about the time when the sky is approaching, I walk in the streets of late autumn.
Cold dew first condenses, and autumn grass is green and yellow. In the sound of cold crows, the rays of rays slowly jumped out of the mountain mist inch by inch. Suddenly, the golden light poured out, the trees were all golden, and the mountains were full of rays of rays. In a Autumn poem, all the mountains, rivers, forests and trees are rendered golden, misty and vast, and thousands of mountains and colors are full of colors, and the quiet beauty of autumn is fully moistened.
The early wind, carrying the coolness, brushes towards you in strands, gently brushing the eyebrows and heart, and some quiet beauty touches the heart in my heart, gentle and sweet, and gentle.
from late autumn, the summer heat fades away, the morning light is cool, everything is just right.
The mist rolled out a layer of veil like a cicada wing, covering the four-piece. Although it was a little cool, it was still gentle and friendly, hazy and picturesque. The entire mountain village was wet under the mist, as if a light rain had just passed.
The leaves on the roadside are surrounded by small dewdrops. They are very ghostly and are discussing whose clothes should wet. Each one is crystal clear and round, exuding a fresh smell of birth.
When silence becomes noisy, the smoke from cooking will float from the courtyard to the fields with the figures of farmers, speeding up the speed of splashing golden rendering. Under the golden light, autumn leaves are red, better than spring, gorgeous and quiet. Osmanthus The fragrance creeps into the nose inadvertently, falling into the heart, and the fragrance fills the world.
Then, the wind thought it was not lively enough. The fragrance of osmanthus tear the mist into strands of mist, and then blow it away, revealing the fresh field. In an instant, the clouds were high, the fields were neat, the autumn grass was given poems, the outline of the earth was clear and far away, and the late autumn had already shown its prototype.
The countryside room has completely woken up. The chickens and dogs hear each other, the birds make a sound, and the white birds stretch out their bodies. The scenery of green water and red flowers has faded out of sight with the change of seasons, leaving only the sea-like sorghum still high and the fiery red heads stacked on the hillside, crowded together, clustered. From a distance, it looks like a layer of continuous and thick burning clouds floating on the hillside.
I think I still neglect them on weekdays. This world is so beautiful that I am by my side.
Walking on the road, I encountered an autumn scenery, the wind and dew moistened my heart, and dimmed out the old ripples. It was warm, comforting, and unforgettable. It is like a ray of sunshine, flower and grass from childhood, it is a long-lost scenery, just like the past.
Maybe it’s because I’m running around all year round, and being able to meet late autumn while taking advantage of the holidays is both exciting and a little sad. Looking back, I didn't have time to realize that people are middle-aged. The four seasons have changed our faces and smoothed out our original intentions. But the dewdrops in this strange world are still the same as yesterday. They never miss every joy, nourishing all living things.
Grass and trees grow in autumn and spring, the seasons are still fresh, but people age one by one without recurrence. As the season comes to autumn, all kinds of creatures are accumulating, looking at the new life and the fallen red, just like when people reach middle age, everything will eventually remain calm, calm and clear. I think these are all the cultivation that people should have when they are middle-aged.
The wind is sparse and the leaves are falling. Looking at the mountain beside the fields, yellow squid is like a danxia, I remembered the poem by Du Mu : "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, frost leaves are redder than February flowers ."
What an interesting soul is it to stop and move forward at night, and intoxicate in the mountains with red mountains all over the forests? Perhaps, the glory of life is also written in the dark corner, and everyone is loving this world in their own way.
In times like this, I like this, quietly feel the softness of the two seasons, the grass turns yellow, the yellow beads turn red, and the fallen leaves float. When you are in the scene, the splendor and tranquility created by an autumn leaf and a autumn red are heart-warming and have a peerless illusion.
The most beautiful thing is the autumn scenery on earth!
The quiet beauty of autumn is like a noble lady who has been refined by the years, calm and calm, after the polishing of time, from the impetuousness of summer to the precipitation of autumn, we have the richness and confidence of autumn, and calm and peaceful.On such days, there is no need to deliberately focus on anything. You just need to appreciate it with your heart. This misty rain and world has a feeling, with the deep affection of plants and trees, and properly houses the lonely soul.
Late autumn, cool but not affectionate, and enthusiasm remains unabashed. When you are in the world, the autumn wind is not dry and the sun is just right. When you look up, you can see the sky, the clouds are white, and the wind is light and the clouds are light; when you lower your head, the river is golden, and you can feel the fullness of life by tentacles. It is a bowl of porridge in your hunger, and it is also the steadfastness after the fallen leaves return to their roots.
In late autumn days, keep the indifference and tranquility of this season, and in the days when splendor and desolate overlap, be content with the present, count the leaves falling and watch the flowers fade. In this way, without saying a word, and with deep affection.
Zou Jian , ancestral home is Qu County, Sichuan, and currently lives in Chongqing. A collection of essays "The faint fragrance of locust flowers" has been published. The novels "Yin and Yang Cross-border People", "The Imperial Physician Order", etc. Writers signed by many platforms, many articles were included in the middle school entrance examination question bank, and their works were included in major universities and used as references. I am indifferent by nature. All sentient beings see me as plants and trees, and I see sentient beings as sentient beings.
