There is an urgent need for an essay on "the echo of the season"

Spring is the eyes of lovers, the appearance and flow of "peach blossoms set each other off"; Summer is a warm soul, and it is the ambition and pride of "riding an old horse, crouching tiger, hiding dragon, aiming at a thousand miles"; Autumn is a sad mood, and it is the sadness and disappointment of "yellow flowers piled all over the ground"; Winter is a warrior's belief, and it is "smashed into mud and crushed into ash" without hesitation. ?

My favorite is autumn, not her bleak and melancholy, just because it is the season when sunflowers are in full bloom. She always reminds me of Li Qingzhao, a talented woman. Every kind of sadness is full of philosophy, as well as the talented painter who paints among sunflowers every day. ?

I just want to believe that Van Gogh has been living in his autumn. For him, the change of seasons is only melancholy; For him, where there are sunflowers, there is heaven. So some people say that Van Gogh's life is sad, because he set his heart in autumn. Heart in autumn is "worry", which also doomed his loneliness and madness all his life. ?

Most people think that Van Gogh's life was so lame and sad. His charred left hand and his cut right ear may hurt, but not necessarily. It is impossible to take it for granted that he is unhappy and unhappy. Perhaps we would rather believe that the world in the eyes of this talented painter is incomplete, because my favorite Zhuangzi said: You are not a fish, how do you know that fish is unhappy in the water? ?

Who can say that Van Gogh, who lived in autumn, was unlucky? If you see the golden sunflower fields in the autumn wind, filled with Van Gogh's happy smiling face and unparalleled talent, you may believe that Van Gogh's autumn is not sad, it is equal to warmth. ?

Is that a woman from the Song Dynasty? From the joyful spring to the splendid summer, over the unbearable winter, I finally decided to stay in the late autumn with falling leaves, with inner sadness and thoughts, standing by the window and reciting those touching and sad words. ?

What is Li Qingzhao singing? I believe that she is not singing the "bitter" autumn, but feeling the spring, which is so beautiful and gorgeous; She is worried about summer, too strong and too decisive; She is in a painful winter, too cold, freezing to death. Everything brought her former stability and happiness. Only in autumn, with her cold mood, tell her that there is another season in this world, which can be a footnote to her life. ?

Why do you want to be sentimental and live in autumn? If there is no golden autumn, who will preface the sorrow of Qingzhao? Then those words full of talent and disappointment will no longer exist. "The word geese return, and the moon is full in the west building", which is the warm echo of Qingzhao's heart to home. ?

Autumn is not the end of a fallen leaf, nor is it the last gesture of a remnant flower. She is just a dormant period, pregnant with the glory of next season. ?

Who says autumn must be bitter and melancholy? Only no one noticed her dazzling golden beauty. Like the sunset, the afterglow before sunset is not a struggle before death, but Xia Yun's one last dance before the end of his life. She is not telling the pain of struggle, but singing the last hymn of life. Autumn is the need of seasonal balance, such as Heine's poems. ?

I think this autumn contains four seasons. She has the warmth of spring, the warmth of summer and the harshness of winter. She is the best interpreter of those four seasons. ?

In the four seasons, I run and look up. ?

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I miss the past, and the four seasons always sing like songs. Spring has come, and there is a scene of "running away"; Summer has come, and there is anger that "Xiao He is just showing sharp corners"; As autumn approaches, there will be a poetic feeling of "a crane walking on the clouds in a clear sky"; When winter comes, will there be a charm of "the window contains Xiling autumn snow thousands of miles"?

What kind of fun and what kind of life? ?

With your four seasons, how colorful the road of life is, bees are busy dancing butterflies and flowers are everywhere. ?

What about now? ?

Tall buildings rise from the ground, and grass in spring has no place to stand; The land is cemented, and there is no flowing river bed in summer streams; Cleaners sweep frequently, and autumn leaves have no roots; There are more people sweeping snow, and there is no melting house in winter snow. ?

There are more chimneys in the factory, more trees are tall and straight, the avenue in the mountain is wide and the path is quiet. ?

Alas, the people of our time are so pitiful. Whether it is cold or hot, office workers always have air conditioners to adjust the indoor temperature. The office seems to be called "four seasons are like spring", but don't you see it? How dirty the air is there! ?

An actor must wear a winter cotton-padded jacket on a hot summer day and smile at the camera, looking "very warm". It's obviously snowing outside, and she has to wear cool summer clothes to perform on stage to show the taste of summer. ?

Poor man! ?

Season, so it is out of place with them. Seasons are hard to get close to them, but some people spread them out with a wave of their hands. ?

Some people pursue diligence, wealth, status and fame, so they hate the four seasons and can only wear suits and ties all year round. These people are the people that the season should abandon! ?

However, the vast majority of people are poor. They like seasons, but they don't have time to meet and play with them on their schedules. They were forced to leave this season. ?

Can you not pity them? ?

When will there be a time like Li Qingzhao and her friends "fighting for crossing, fighting for crossing and opening a beach of gulls and herons"? When will I have the opportunity to go to Yuanye Bridge to enjoy the coolness of "no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle"? ?

Cities were built one after another. Why not leave a space for the season in the city? Don't just let the season pass in the rice fields, but also let the season accompany people in the city. ?

Miss the past, look forward to tomorrow, and hope that tomorrow will take root in the city, blossom and bear fruit. Sing like a song.