Poetry: I want to describe the mood of traveling around Zhoushan with my girlfriends in the morning.

1, the autumn sky is so high and blue. There are several white clouds floating in the high blue sky. Under the blue sky are endless rice fields. When the rice is ripe, Huang Chengcheng's is like spreading gold all over the floor. There is a pond beside the rice field. There is a buttonwood tree by the pond. Pieces of yellow leaves fell from the tree. Some fell into the water, and the small fish swam to hide under it and used it as an umbrella. Some landed on the shore, and ants climbed up and ran back and forth, using this place as a playground. Two swallows fly from the rice field. They saw the leaves falling and cried as they flew, as if to say, "The telegram is coming, urging us to go to the south quickly!" " "2. Autumn is coming, and everyone is wearing thick skirts. In the orchard, apples are red, persimmons hang on the branches like small lanterns, and pear trees are full of fruits, like many small gourds saying, "Autumn is coming, autumn is coming!" " "In the farmland, the rice is bent, the sorghum is red, and the farmer's uncle is harvesting. Chrysanthemums are in full bloom in the garden, and so are osmanthus. Chrysanthemum combs its beautiful hair, and osmanthus also exudes a faint fragrance. Autumn is really a beautiful picture! 3. Autumn is coming, and the sky is as blue as transparent blue glass; A flock of geese flew to the south. They lined up in a big word "people" and flew in an orderly way. In the park, Aunt Maple Leaf took off her green coat and put on a red coat. Autumn wind blows, and maple leaves fall from trees like many beautiful butterflies. Aunt willow and buttonwood also took off their green coats and put on their yellow coats; Grandpa Pine is still wearing a green coat; Sister chrysanthemum blooms in the autumn wind; The grass on the ground is east and west, without the density of spring and the green of summer; In the pond next to it, Sister Furong has long since disappeared. All the children who came to play in the park put on sweaters. In the orchard, there are many fruits. Begonia fruit shakes its round face and nods and smiles at you; The big red apple is like a fat doll squeezed together, pulling open the green leaves and looking out with a smile; Big golden persimmons hang on trees like small lanterns. In the field, the little vegetables look very proud in grass-green military uniforms; Cauliflower hides a pale jade oval face in dark green leaves; The most interesting thing is soybean, with a small round head sticking out of the pod to look out; At first glance, the endless ears of rice undulate like the waves of the sea. Ah! Golden autumn, I love you! Because you bring people the joy of harvest. 4, the color of autumn blue sky, white clouds, flocks of geese flying south. Grape purple, persimmon red, strings like lanterns. Chrysanthemum yellow, fragrant rice, high clouds and light wind. Colorful leaves, colorful chrysanthemums and colorful autumn. 5. Orchard in autumn In autumn, the fruit is ripe. In the sun, ripe persimmons are like red gems. Apples covered with trees are like children's smiling faces. Under the grape trellis, strings of red, white, green and purple grapes are shining with charming brilliance. Well done! Orchard in autumn. A cool breeze blew, and the fruit nodded, emitting a sweet fragrance. 6. Parks in Autumn In autumn, parks can be beautiful! All kinds of chrysanthemums are in full bloom, including red, yellow, white and purple. They are very beautiful. Osmanthus fragrans also bloomed, small and yellow, emitting a burst of fragrance. The leaves of buttonwood are yellow, floating down one by one, like beautiful butterflies flying in the air. Maple leaves are red. From a distance, they look like red clouds. The pine and cypress are still so green and stand upright, like soldiers standing guard in the wind and rain. 7. Autumn Pictures Autumn has come, autumn has come, and beautiful pictures are painted on the fields. Pears are hung with golden lanterns, apples show blushing cheeks, rice sea turns up flashing waves, and sorghum raises burning torches. Who makes autumn so beautiful? Listen to the geese in the blue sky. They line up as big "people", as if to say-hardworking people draw pictures of autumn. 8 Choose an Autumn When did autumn begin in Liu Yuting? It doesn't seem to arrive as scheduled with the calendar on the wall, nor with the fruits in the vegetable market glowing red or showing golden face, nor with the refreshing fragrance of osmanthus. It was a sudden autumn rain, wrapped in a cold autumn wind, dancing and telling me that autumn has really come. Autumn is coming again, "blue sky, yellow leaves, cold smoke and green waves in autumn". She doesn't seem to know her sad image in people's hearts. She came to this world year after year, singing unknown songs alone. But I still fell in love with this autumn. It's not because I am intoxicated with the beautiful scenery of "the sunset is lonely in Qi Fei, the autumn waters are * * * and the sky is one color", not because I miss the beauty of "all the way to the new autumn night, the graceful moon will be round", nor because I lament the beauty of "a crane in the clear sky rows clouds, leading poetry to the sky". Just because of this calm autumn, a special trip began and some special people reunited. On such a rainy day, prose meets poetry, grace meets boldness, talent meets reason, and Song Tao meets Sister Xianglin. An autumn party, old friends meet again, happy and festive; At the beginning of a long-term cooperation, it goes without saying that we should adhere to different principles and be uneasy. And all my feelings with her are gently buried in the autumn of Zhangba, burying the ups and downs of happiness and sadness, burying the troubles and worries that haunt my heart, leaving only the calmness and tranquility that can be integrated with this autumn. In the autumn of Zhangba, calmness and tranquility are engraved on every tree. "The trees are all autumn colors, and there is only light in the mountains." Qiu Shu in Zhangba is different from the welcoming pine in Huangshan, the indomitable poplar in Gobi and the lingering fragrance in the depths of the forest. It is calm and quiet. They are deeply rooted in this dark yellow land, and then try their best to extend their palms to the blue sky and wave their hands to thank God for his gift. And they have their own personalities: some trees are tall and straight, and the leaves are still lush; Some trees are slender and delicate, covered with green and yellow yarns; Some trees are hunched, covered with vicissitudes of life, and their leaves are withered ... with every brilliant fallen leaf, my old friends and I are speechless; We all feel awe when we touch the branches of every tree. If there is wind, the green leaves continue to whisper; The yellow leaves that landed or didn't land danced quietly with the autumn wind in mid-air, and then slipped gently, as if in tears. If it rains, hold a green umbrella with an old friend to listen to the sound of autumn rain, which is endless. "There is rain on the river at dusk, which is clear autumn." The cold autumn rain is always soft and lingering. They kiss the trees goodbye, play with the grass and get close to people, which is definitely better than the water tenderness of Jiangnan women. "The old tree is autumn, and the empty pool soaks in the moon", and the autumn of Zhangba is calm and quiet in every piece of water. Maybe it's rainy, all the way is filled with hazy water vapor, and the nest is full of water; There is also the far river that I have traveled all the way, which always reminds me of the sentence "it is decline, it is luxury." Only the Yangtze river water, speechless east. "Zhang Ba's water, my favorite is an unknown shallow pool. When I went to play with my old friends, the water in the pool was as quiet as crystal. The green grass on the soft mud, oily and swaying at the bottom of the water, is like a finely divided emerald embedded in a crystal, which makes us embarrassed to disturb this quiet atmosphere. There are no fish in the pool, only a few lively water fleas, playing on the water, they jump deftly, leaving a slight concave print on the clear water. The familiar poem suddenly sounded in my ear: "That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky, broken among floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream." My heart throbbed. When can I "support a long pole with my old friend, wander back to greener grassland, pack a boat and sing a song of glory"? When can I live as comfortably as those two little bugs playing with water? Why not choose an autumn and enjoy this calm and quiet autumn with poetic feeling at this time? Members of the club meet in the autumn of Zhangba. People who meet for the first time or meet each other after a brief encounter enjoy landscape poems with great interest, and they are all scrambling to participate in community activities, and they are all immersed in the autumn of Zhangba. Even if you are not a scholar, when you come to Zhangba in autumn, you will add a literati atmosphere to yourself, cherish a little love for autumn in your heart, and remember this inexplicably moved autumn in the days to come. Because this is a calm autumn in August, this is the autumn that my old friends and I love deeply, this is a special trip because of my soul, and this is a perfect fusion of emotion and nature. When I leave, I can only walk quietly and gently, but I can't take away the trace of a tree, a leaf or a grass; But I can pick this autumn with my heart and send you my deepest thoughts. You must remember the best scenery in a year, which is in the late autumn and early winter of orange and green. 9 Autumn in the Old Capital No matter where Yu Dafu is, autumn is always good; However, the autumn in the north is particularly clear, quiet and sad. The reason why I have traveled thousands of miles from Hangzhou to Qingdao, and even from Qingdao to Peiping, is to enjoy this "autumn", the autumn flavor of this old capital. Jiangnan, of course, there is autumn; But the grass is carved slowly, the air is moist, the sky is pale, and it often rains and windy; A person sandwiched between Suzhou, Shanghai, Hangzhou, or Xiamen, Hong Kong and Guangzhou can only feel a little coolness, and the taste, color, artistic conception and posture of autumn can never be fully satisfied, tasted and enjoyed. Autumn is not a famous flower, nor is it wine. Half-drunk is not suitable for enjoying autumn. It has been nearly ten years since autumn in the north. Every autumn in the south, I always think of the reed flowers in Taoranting, the willow shadows in Diaoyutai, the insects in Xishan, the jathyapple in Yuquan and the bells in Tanzhe Temple. Even if you don't go out in Beiping, you can rent a shabby house and live in the sea of people in the imperial city. Get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea and sit in the yard, you can see the high blue sky and hear the pigeons flying in the blue sky. From the bottom of Sophora japonica leaves, counting a ray of sunshine leaking to the east, or in the broken waist, facing the blue morning glory like morning glory, you can naturally feel the autumn breath. When it comes to morning glory, I think blue or white is the best, followed by purple and black, and pink is the lowest. It is best to have a few sparse and slender autumn grasses as a foil at the bottom of the morning glory. The locust tree in the northland is also an ornament that can remind people of Qiu Lai. Like flowers, but not flowers, they will spread all over the floor in the morning. When you step on it, there is no sound, no smell, only a little tiny and soft touch. After sweeping the street in the shade, the silk pattern of the broom falling on the dust looks exquisite, leisurely and subconsciously lonely. The ancient dream that the world knows autumn is in these depths. Qiu Chan's faint lingering sound is a specialty of the north; Because there are trees everywhere in Beiping and the houses are low, you can hear them singing everywhere. In the south, you have to go to the suburbs or the mountains to hear Qiu Chan's cry, which is like a cricket and a mouse in Beiping and a housefly that every household keeps at home. There is also autumn rain. The autumn rain in the north seems to be stranger, more delicious and more decent than that in the south. Under the gloomy sky, a cool breeze suddenly came and it began to rain. After a layer of rain, the clouds gradually rolled west, the sky turned blue again, and the sun appeared again; Idle people in the city, wearing thick green coats or jackets and biting their pipes, stood in the shade of the inclined bridge after the rain. When they meet acquaintances, they will say to each other with a slow tone and a little sigh, "Oh, it's really cold." This word is pronounced very high and dragged on for a long time. ) "Isn't it? A layer of autumn rain is cold! "northerners always read array words like layers of overlapping words, flat and even. This mispronounced rhyme is just right. Fruit trees in the north are also a miracle for Qiu Lai. The first is jujube; It will grow up in the corner, on the wall, beside the toilet and at the door of the kitchen. This is the heyday of autumn. Like olives and pigeon eggs, jujube trees show light green and yellow in small oval leaves. Jujube leaves fall, jujube is red, and there will be a northwest wind. Convenience in the north is a dusty world. Only these dates, persimmons and grapes ripen at the turn of July and August, which is a good day for clear autumn in the north and the best golden day of the year. Some critics say that China's bachelor of arts, especially poets, are full of decadent colors, so there are many words praising autumn in China's poems. But what about foreign poets? Although I don't read many foreign poems and essays, and I don't want to write bills for autumn poems and essays, if you look through the collected works of poets in Britain, Germany, France, Italy and other countries, or the philosophy of peace in poetry and essays in various countries, you can always see a lot of praises and lamentations about autumn. There is always a part about autumn in the long pastoral poems or four seasons poems of famous great poets. It is the best and the most interesting. It serves to show that sentient animals and interesting human beings can always cause deep, distant, severe and bleak feelings for autumn. Not only a poet, but also a prisoner in prison. In autumn, I think I will feel a kind of affection that I can't have; Autumn belongs to people, so there is no country, let alone the difference between race and class. In China, there is an idiom "autumn scholar" in the text, and there are very common readers such as Ouyang Zi's Autumn Sound and Su Dongpo's Red Cliff Fu, so we feel that the relationship between China literati and autumn is particularly deep. However, the strong smell of autumn, especially in China, can only be felt in the north. Autumn in the south, of course, also has its unique places, such as the bright moon on the Twenty-four Bridges, the autumn tide in Qiantang River, the cool fog in Putuo Mountain, the residual lotus in Lizhi Bay and so on. , but the color is not strong and the aftertaste is not lasting. Compared with Qiu Lai in the north, it is like yellow rice wine and dry rice, porridge and steamed bread, bass and crabs, yellow dogs and camels. Autumn, autumn in the north, if I can stay, I would like to fold two-thirds of my life for a third of it.