San Pu Qiu Yun Photography Appreciation

Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves. . . With the hard sowing of spring and the warm brewing of summer, autumn presents itself to our eyes with her unique charm and charm. Autumn rain, autumn night, autumn wind, autumn moon, autumn leaves, Qiu Si, Qiu Meng, autumn sorrow, autumn color and autumn rhyme. . . Staring at the thick autumn, it is a bit relaxed and boundless. For a time, I fell in love with the charm of autumn, no longer greedy for the prosperity of spring, no longer pursuing the glory of summer; I am only infatuated with the quiet, calm and dignified autumn, as beautiful and pure as a girl, as dignified and mature as a woman, and as gentle and affectionate as a mother.

Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old. The days of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance have just passed. With the golden wind slowly, it ushered in a fruitful autumn. The red maple leaves are full of enthusiasm. Yellow is a fruit, pregnant with the innocence of spring and summer. As a result, the love in autumn and the deep red feelings will disperse a little as dusk approaches. . . "The tall buildings are looking forward to dusk, and the plane leaves are raining." A few autumn rains washed away the heat in my heart, and also washed away the boredom and melancholy in my heart, leaving an elegant body. The cicadas on the trees beside the pool are still singing emotionally, releasing almost all their enthusiasm. Passion or concealment?

Night, accompanied by a little lotus fragrance, comes leisurely under the care of flying rain. The lingering sound of rain, like an affectionate woman telling her thoughts in her heart, was silent for an instant. The lotus pond blown by the wind and rain is only a pool of broken duckweed, but it looks so pale and helpless under the light of the waves. "Xiang Lian sells green leaves, and the west wind worries about green waves." Imagine, broken ping, it cooled my heart, such a rainy night, secretly, I do not know how many spoony women's hearts have been hurt.

The moonlight is immersed in the water, and the sky echoes with the sky. I like the bright autumn moon and the bright moonlight best. Ming Che is like water, making the world clean. In an instant, I turned into a white cloud, and my light body floated around the moon, bathed in the bright moonlight. I am intoxicated, and the moonlight will penetrate into every inch of my heart, making people as transparent as moonlight and becoming vivid and romantic. Mature, charming as autumn rhyme, quiet and aloof as the moon, I seem to be walking in the dissolved moonlight, lingering.

There's no sign of Qiu Meng. On this cool night, it is no longer the feeling of "moonlight night dream curtain, ten miles of tenderness in the spring breeze". Instead, it was "the first time I dreamed of autumn night, Yi Deng was worried before bed." In the silent night, Jade Man sleeps alone, accompanied by only the red candle full of tears. The tenderness in the dream has long been a thing of the past, and I woke up very well. What caught my eye was: I was still lonely, and I was still the remnant of that cold bed of clothes. The only way is, when will the long night end?

I haven't heard from my old friend Wanli, and I'm going to ask Jiangtou to break the flood. The voice of the wild goose killed me. I know this season is the easiest to miss. From flowering to withering, it is just a feast. When I leave you gently, the lake of memory is calm, and another year has gone in a hurry. The autumn wind blows, and the leaves are like butterflies, as I peel off smartly. On the day when the bright moon invited me, I quietly collected spring information under a tree full of stories.

Autumn is crisp, the leaves are sparse, the heart is light, the ink is thick, and the feelings are strong, but what I can't write at this time is: the fragrance of autumn!

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The rhythm of autumn

On this leisurely afternoon in late autumn, I have an impulse to go out for a walk.

In the wilderness, because of the autumn rain for several days, the sun didn't know where to hide and be lazy, only the cool wind was wandering in the air. The grass on the side of the road rolled up with yellow tips, and it was soft, and clusters of listless lay there, without the original light green and green. Silently, it seems that I am recalling the glory of the past alone, but I can't resist the pace of seasonal changes and can't keep the face of yesterday.

Compared with bright spring and lush summer, autumn leaves have lost their former prosperity, are getting old and changing colors. Fragments turn yellow and dry, and once the branches are no longer together, they will fall gracefully without hesitation. A gorgeous turn, a leisurely encounter, into the embrace of mother earth, out of its once gorgeous stage. A Ye Er fluttered in my palm and held it up. I looked at it with my eyes: it has clear veins and soft colors, like a sleeping butterfly, quietly telling its past life.

I looked at the fallen leaves and felt respect. Xiaoyeer also knows that after any prosperity, it will become dull. Whether you want to stay or not, it is a kind of fate. I want to ask: at that moment, which one of us can do this? I wander around without distractions, letting my thoughts fly, letting the coolness of autumn slip from my face and letting my heart wander leisurely. ...

Every season has its brilliant bloom. The same is true in autumn. Bleak grass and dead branches still can't stop the elegance of wild chrysanthemum. Look at the charming posture of wild chrysanthemums everywhere on the banks of river slopes and gullies. No matter the autumn wind rustling, no matter the winter comes. Clusters, clusters, pure white, brilliant yellow, dazzling in the autumn wind. The wind blew, giving me the unique fragrance of wild chrysanthemum, making me refreshed, and I couldn't help taking a deep breath.

Although it is late autumn and overgrown with weeds, there are still clusters of blooming morning glory, smiling faces hanging from slender vines and smiling in the cold wind. It makes people feel warmer and feel like spring.

I like flowers, including domestic and wild flowers in Shan Ye. Everything is so beautiful in my heart. It will let me enjoy the beautiful scenery when traveling, and flowers will always occupy my sight for the first time. Seeing flowers can change people's mood. Depressed people tend to be calm, angry people tend to be calm, tired people can eliminate fatigue, and leisure people can be relaxed and happy.

Every season will leave a mark on my heart. Although there are losses, there are too many gains, which is really touching. Because flowers bloom and fall, because things are different, because things are complicated, because there are many, many. ...

Experienced bright spring, warm summer and solemn winter. Autumn has given me tenderness and sophistication, blue sky and white clouds, colorful leaves, rich fresh fruits, fragrant golden ears and a quiet and open-minded mind.

Oh! Autumn, with its unique style, quietly walked into the trees, Shan Ye, streams ... with the breeze quietly floated into my heart. Deep, deep. ...