Cold Dew The rain on this day seems to be cooler than usual. The dry river flow has been waiting for this autumn rain, just like a dead tree in spring. The world has been in the scorching heat for too long. I have experienced patience to the extreme, but I can't wait for a full blown rain.
Thinking of today, Beibei looked through the Taiwanese calendar and said that the year was so urgent, and he also picked up the words on the Taiwanese calendar that express the literary and artistic expression of autumn, "Autumn is like the second spring, and the leaves are the blooming of flowers."
I shook my head, "Autumn is autumn, it has its own beauty. Autumn is the season of leaves, the dyed forests, the separation is arbitrarily, the heat is warm, the bloom is a running flow. If autumn is compared to spring, it is not fair to spring and autumn."
Each season has its own beauty, the brightness of autumn light, the coolness of autumn rain, the colorfulness of autumn leaves, the dryness of autumn wind, the whiteness of autumn moon, and the yellowness of autumn grass. This is a season that has both maturity and withering, because of the fullness and harvest, the low and bleakness have poetic beauty. Just like the remaining lotus listening to the rain, just a few words can enclose countless sad souls with a kind of artistic conception.
Each solar term has its own beauty, cold produces dew, waiting for the wild geese to come to guests; waiting for the birds to enter the water to become clams; waiting for the chrysanthemums to have yellow flowers. Eat sesame , drink chrysanthemums, drunk river crabs, search for autumn tea, the smoke and water are vast, and the idle moon talks, where is the fireworks on earth, and the tiny life? I wasted my time here, why do I want flowers to be brocade and cook oil in a blazing fire?
Every day has its own beauty. Whether you encounter a rainbow, a mist, a gift of the morning glow, or a starry sky, even leaning against the window to listen to the rain is also leisurely, and you will have the ups and downs of the wind and smoke when cooking tea. Go back, if you let go of the bustling world, where isn’t the pastoral place? is hard not to be grateful. The culture has been passed down for thousands of years, which made me lucky to know Zhuangzi , Tao Qian , Su Shi , Wang Yangming , Jiang Xun , and I know that there are people walking with me on the road of loneliness, but it is only through some time and space, without any obstacles. As long as you can still pick up some poetry and books, the troubled time can be filled.
Today's cold dew, the rain has not stopped, and the river flow can probably keep a happy journey. If our hearts can be gentler and more friendly, the autumn rhyme can be longer, the seasons can be brighter, and the time can be longer...
