People living in North China have a special obsession with autumn.
The autumn in North China comes with a filter, blue and transparent, and golden, making people unable to control the urge to lyricize.
Hometown, the autumn in that county town did not leave me a very beautiful impression. When I lived there, maybe there were few trees and lots of soil, or maybe I was poor and muddy. In autumn, I was like a child wearing dirty clothes, walking around the streets in the wind, revealing withering and desolation.
Whenever late autumn comes, it means that the cold that I least want to face is about to arrive. When there is no heating or air conditioning, the child's face is full of twilight and his hands and feet are frostbite almost every year. All of this sent out the first signal in late autumn.
I don't know if autumn elsewhere is the same? After harvesting, before sowing, the land suddenly fell into a huge emptiness, like a carnival feast dispersed, with only the leftovers left on the table, and the desolation at that moment was a mirror image of autumn.
Especially the hometown on the plain, there are no vast mountains or whistling rivers. Late autumn is silent. I bid farewell to joy and cannot see hope. I can only wait for the next cycle of reincarnation.
A few decades ago, I wrote a poem "Every year, people leave their hometown", published in " Poetry Magazine ". Later, it was selected in the literary yearbook edited by Chinese Academy of Social Sciences :
Every year, people leave their hometown,
Go to a city larger than the county town to
carry the bedding, determined to leave forever and never return to
ml0Every year, people leave their hometown
, especially in autumn, they can't wait to eat mooncakes
, so they squeeze into the car, squeeze on the train
and squeeze into the city bus, and get off the bus
get lost
, and people who leave their hometown no longer say
instead speak Mandarin , like Southwest Shandong scalper , ordinary
They no longer have rock-scissors, no longer drink alcohol, no longer fight, no longer scold the streets
At most, find a place where no one is
curse a few words of home accent
ml1 People who left their hometown are somewhat complicated When filling in their hometown, they were as guilty as traitors Hometown has been changed to something beyond recognition But it can never be written out I have not written poetry for many years, and I really didn't expect that the autumn in my hometown can be so amazing today. The author of this group of photography is a teacher named Li He who works in Caoxian . Although we have never met him, his photos make me miss home. Thank him, thank you for the land I love. Thank you for autumn’s outfit, making it fascinating. Autumn colors near Wutaishan intersection of Baliwan Baliwan Autumn sun is warm and charming Baliwan red leaves are transparent Baliwan residual lotus is picturesque Baliwan fishing 
0,000 mu of lotus pond scenic area poplar forest
0,000 mu of lotus pond
Warm autumn
sunset shines on Nanhu
familiar street
Sijihegong The garden is a ding
Fallen leaves in Sijihe Park
Liuzhuang Maple Tree Cultivation Base
Zhengzhuang Township Mature ym
Scenery of Taihang Dike with autumn colors
Caoxian Wetland Park
https://www.synthes.com/ ml0Caoxian People's Park
Caoxian People's Park weeping willows
Caoxian Cultural Street
Green belt on the side of the green lotus road Autumn colors
Winter swimming enthusiasts in late autumn
Is the autumn in my hometown so beautiful?
However, it is indeed so beautiful.
