Author Stupid Dog
Time is always so willful, ignoring the rampant epidemic at all, and walking in the autumn fields alone; time is always like a white horse passing by, and we cannot look at it carefully, and it will go away with the breeze, becoming a trace of nostalgia in our eyes.
Standing on the threshold of winter, looking back at autumn, I feel that this autumn that has been infected with the epidemic is the same as in previous years. The same is the cycle of seasons, and the different is the taste of seasons. This taste is like the Yunwu Tea from my hometown Zhongxiang . By savoring it slowly, you can taste a relaxing and faint fragrance.
Looking at the distance, the mountains are handsome and tall; close relatives, the water is clear and transparent; looking at the clouds above, the clouds are light and elegant; listening to the rain, the rain is gentle and soft. It’s just that the autumn in the epidemic is rich but not ostentatious, pretty but not vulgar, and there is less the noise of the past and not much colorfulness. Some are simple and quiet, tranquility, and watchfulness.
She is like a painting, with a clear and undying rhyme, bright and ethereal; like a lyric, clear and timeless, graceful and unworldly; like a glass of wine, clear and mellow, with fragrance on lips and teeth; like a song, elegant and bright, swaying people's hearts and lungs.
In fact, what is more beautiful is people. People in the epidemic, whether they stay at home or are on the "epidemic line", exudes a kind of beauty of energy and strength. This beauty is poetic in time and space, and beautifies in daily life. It is the tempering of the "epidemic fire" of the city, the hardship of the countryside, and the unity between the city and the countryside. It is also a day when I stay at home. A government inspection, a greeting from a colleague, a friend’s side dish...
So, I prefer autumn to be the warm and brightness of "all mountains are red and the forests are dyed"; it is the open-minded and lofty "the clear sky is like a crane radiates on the clouds, which leads poetry to the blue sky"; it is the quiet and simple " falling clouds and lone wild goose fly together, and autumn water is the same as the sky". I don’t like her as the wandering and moaning of Changting: “The sky is blue and the sky is yellow and the land is yellow”, “The passionate since ancient times have hurt the parting, and it is even more slouching the Qing Autumn Festival”, “The fragrance of the lotus stalks is gone and the green leaves are gone, and the west wind is sad and the green waves are rising."
Never get wet your mood by the "epidemic". If your heart is dark, how can you support a clear sky? The word "sorrow" is nothing more than "autumn" on the "heart". If the sadness of autumn fills the heart, then the bright sunshine cannot shine into the heart.
Because we love life and autumn, we used to be with autumn, a green window, half rolled up pearl curtain, listening to the sound of autumn; tasted with autumn, a grain of millet fragrance, half a petal sweet flesh, feeling the charm of autumn; walk with autumn, a brush, half a box of ink, depicting the charm of autumn; drink with autumn, a cup of "clouds and mist", half a pot of "Wenfeng", drunk in the arms of autumn.
Although autumn has passed, winter has come. The sun still passes through the branches so gently, sprinkling uneven light and shadows, and wisps of light sprinkle down the branches, saying whispers to the leaves that others cannot understand. Time is so shallow, keeping the tranquility in your heart, it is condensed into a quiet and elegant poem. It’s great to read this poem and live a pure and simple life!
