The river in autumn
is a dream of sleeping in the season
Dreams with the flowers blooming
Dreams with the clouds and the wind is light
Dreams with the cycle of seasons
——Yves
I love the sky in autumn, the sky is high and the clouds are light; I love the fields in autumn, colorful and mature; I love the mountains in autumn, thin and steady. But no matter what, it can't stand my love for the autumn river.
There is no longer the fury of the strong summer wind and the sudden rush of the rain. The river water slowly faded away from its manic temper and exposed its exposed pebbles, so autumn came.
The river in autumn is inclusive and quiet. It is like a gentle and wise man who accepts all the rain, wind, fallen leaves, and weeds in autumn, and it is even desolate and desolate.
The autumn rain is lingering, and the fast rain lines, connected to the slow river water, are shrouded in a layer of fairyland-like clouds, giving people a different understanding of the river on rainy days. If you ride a small boat and float around in the river, you will forget everything in the world. The slow raindrops fell into the clattering river water without any sound, only a string of small bubbles or stirred up tiny splashes. The river water was like a wise man, smiling with relief in the rain. At this time, looking up at the sky and looking down at the river, you know that the autumn rain belongs to this river, just as your life belongs to you.
Autumn wind is much more frequent than summer wind. Some are gusts of wind or some breeze. The river water in autumn will not cause huge waves, only layers of wrinkled waves will ripple. If it is a sunny day, the waves shine on your eyes, making people feel comfortable like broken silver or silk; if it is a rainy day, the waves of the river will become much dimmed, like green silk swinging in the wind. In either case, the river in autumn will calm your heart and fall into beautiful thinking.
Both sides of the northern river are indispensable for rows of trees and flowers and plants on the slope. As autumn arrives, the tall poplar on the river bank rusts with the water flow, and the leaves falling in the river flow like boats. The golden ginkgo trees by the river reflect in the clear river water. Is it a scene? Is it a painting? Is it a poem? Is it a dream? On the river beach, reeds are in the season when reeds are flying snow. Small birds stand on the reeds, and geese chirp up from the reeds, hovering into the most beautiful poetic and picturesque on the river in the sunset. Are you remembering a piece of homesickness with the reeds flying in the autumn wind, the geese struggling in the sunset, and the slow water flow in the riverbed? Do you want to forget the world you are in?
Autumn river makes you intoxicated, let you recall, let you imagine, let you forget.
The sage said, "The kind will enjoy the mountains, and the wise will enjoy the water." I am not a wise person, but I love the autumn river of autumn: quiet, mature, tolerant, and beautiful!
