Shannan usually start with a rain of moisture. As the rain falls, every grass and every tree has a new look, and the mountains and rivers have new clothes in season.
Autumn is colorful, but what can touch the heartstrings of the earth is still the redness of the ground overlapping depths and shades. As the weather gets cooler day by day, every leaf, every hill, every river, and every cloud, there are different blush with similar thickness on the same place.
The fields are red, the harvest is red, the mature red, and the rich red. The strong and straight corn sticks as strong as bamboo shoots have elegantly removed the maternity of the ears. The flowing corn beards dyed with dark red hair by the autumn sun, and each straw exudes the plump figure of a young woman. The sweet potato arched out of the soil, and its chubby body was wrapped in red cloaks. These upside-down fruits were led by purple-red vines, and pulled by potato leaves of the same color as the vines, making them look like a kite flying against the ground. A nest of peanuts, dressed in the sky of the yellow earth like stars, the kernels are full and red, hidden in the deep boudoir of time. The wind blew, and the red waves of sorghum blew, and each ear of sorghum was a surging wave. The tide sounded, which made the birds chirp and scattered, and the shiny feathers glowed red.
In front of the room is pure red, bright red, like a flag. The crimson cockscomb is like an eternal torch, holding high, burning, and shining with candles, blooming all the loyalty of the flowers in their faith in the immortality of the season. morning glory is like suona extending into the sky, more like a bunch of flames ignited on time in the morning, warm and unrestrained, or perhaps a handful of lovesickness red beans that fall in the season. A bunch of red is blooming, the other side of the shore is blooming, rose is blooming, clusters of red, reflecting the chrysanthemums becoming more golden, reflecting the sky becoming more vast, and reflecting the courtyard becoming more deep. Henna , Night fragrance , Sunflower , gradually withering, only light red or dark red stems are left, and the flowers in the wind are still telling the midsummer flowers. The soil helps them collect seeds. When the spring comes to warm up, these ordinary flowers will still bloom as scheduled as possible in the secret words of the season.
The vegetable garden is red, it is fresh red, soft red, and hot red. The red-skinned water radish planted with a head lying down, has grown to the thickness of a thumb. Under the radish tassel of more than a puff of height, there are red spots, the same color as the strawberry in the early summer, watery, delicate, and blinking mischievously. The fiery red shines brightly at the sky pepper , like a spear or a sword, standing up one by one, and the fruits are crowded together at the ends of the branches, like bright fireworks blooming on the low place. Dao Dou is still climbing up along the bean rack, with light red cheeks full of soft hairs. Soon, the round leaves also become dark red in the autumn wind, like the king of the autumn vegetable garden, shining dazzling light on higher places.
The distant mountains and waters are red, the deep red, the colorful red, the exquisite red. Before and after white dew , the medicinal trees, maple trees, maple trees, maple trees, black tree trees, persimmon trees, and tung trees growing by the ridges, after a fall of frost, the dense leaves turned red one after another, light red at first, gradually dark red, and then dark red, vaguely conveying the sound of the surging high sky and thick soil in the leaf veins. The most eye-catching one is the low yellow tree . The leaves the size of a baby’s palm are transparent and eye-catching, red as red as spotless, and without a single bit of white space. They set off one red after another in the mountain breeze, and there is no boundary. At this time, the days seemed to be swinging a small boat in the mountains, with the wind rising and falling, and the tide rising and falling.
Where the wind blows, each branch is red, each tree is red, each mountain is red. Red becomes the complexion, complexion, and expression of this season, and also becomes the burning and boiling state of the season.
These reds from the branches, accompanied by a cool rain, flow into the mountains, streams, rivers, and finally return to the sea.Water reflects the mountains, and mountains connect with water. The deep affection of the mountains and rivers is in a gorgeous scroll painted by plants and trees, in the blooming season where the wind, frost, rain and dew nourishes another season of colorful blooming, in the pages of red letters that return to the south of the geese.
Depth in the autumn, the farmyard is also colorful. The harvested crops are moved to the drying yard. Before entering the warehouse, the last coloring is completed in the wind and sun. They are all the bloodlines of this yellow land, all the elves hanging on the branches, and the most touching scenery and objects. Every farmer, together with the grains of harvest, presents gifts to the season confidently and calmly, and the gift list is full of joy of harvest.
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