Lyrics of autumn stands at night

"Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice during the festive season" expresses my feelings in autumn;

The phrase "an empty mountain stands on an autumn night after the rain" reflects the coolness of autumn;

"Boundless Rain on Trees" describes the desolation of autumn;

"The setting sun is lonely in Qi Fei, and the autumn waters are * * * one color" depicts the beauty of autumn.

Poets always have a lot of sadness when they think of autumn, but I am more happy.

I like cool autumn, quiet autumn, indifferent autumn, withered leaves, dancing with the wind, walking with nature, stepping on a quiet and unique path, I can feel the pleasant nature endowed by autumn.

Wandering among the green mountains and green waters, enjoying the endless maple leaves rustling down, this scene is very wonderful.

Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem called "Mountain Walking", which said: "The stone path in Hanshan Mountain is oblique, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. " It can be seen that the table of maple leaves and the rhyme of autumn are undoubtedly revealed.

Since ancient times, literati have been very fond of maple leaves, and poems described by chanting are not uncommon.

Maple leaves are often used by poets to describe autumn colors because they turn red in autumn.

Because of its bright red color, uniqueness and beautiful leaf shape, the legend of maple leaf color has been particularly enjoyable since ancient times. "Shan Hai Jing" contains: "The Yellow Emperor killed Chiyou in Lishan, abandoned his machinery and turned it into a maple tree."

Generally speaking, after the Yellow Emperor killed Chiyou, the weapon stained with blood turned into a maple tree, and the maple leaf naturally turned red. Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote in the poem Red Leaves: "Xiaofeng stole wine all night, but she was lonely and relaxed." In Yang Wanli's eyes, the maple leaf was dyed red by stealing wine.

"Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me", which is quite picky. People who have lived all their lives are detached and refined. The imprint of years makes autumn become careless and adds a little precipitation.

I remember when I was a child, I loved the golden color of autumn, the fragrance of autumn, and the fruitful tree, heavy and full.

Autumn, the harvest season, has gone away, and my eyes have tasted the taste of autumn. Even if I haven't really tasted it, I have already tasted it. Sour and sweet, crisp and fragrant, soft and slippery, like thousands of fruits, circling around my tongue and then sliding into my stomach.

The joy of harvest is engraved on people's eyebrows, which really fits the description of the sentence, "Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10 thousand seeds in autumn."

In my memory, autumn represents busy farming, harvesting, picking, squeezing and insolating. In the warm and affectionate sunshine, farmers wear felt hats, roll up their trouser legs and sleeves, and shuttle back and forth between wheat fields and orchards with tough arms, arousing the hard work of the whole family in exchange for a peace of mind before the Chinese New Year.

I admire the magic of autumn, and I admire people who have worked in the fields for generations. For autumn, autumn fruit and Qiu Si, their footprints on the ridge path, their withered fingers covered with mud and blackened, their yellow faces deeply wrinkled by hard work and years, and their countless expectations piled up in dilapidated bamboo baskets and corners are even more touching, sincere and charming.

Because this is the persistence of life, because this is the precipitation that gives life.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival is the most beautiful." When the sky turns yellow and flies, it draws a long track of seasonal changes.

Now, for me, I still love the beauty and awe-inspiring of autumn, and the autumn meaning engraved in my heart is the thick Qiu Si in my hometown. Autumn in my hometown is cold and lingering. It's often just in October, but it's already cold. Even though I wear thick clothes, I still feel cold.

Home address, adjacent to the Yangtze River, because there is a chance to stroll along the levee.

Although not in the deep mountains, I can also appreciate the beautiful portrayal of the poet Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty, "After the rain, an empty mountain stands on an autumn night".

Standing on the river bank, the wind swept by the river, but it was also cold and warm, with blue heads and flocks of geese flying to warmer places. It is just right to describe this scene with "the wind turns white and the wild goose turns blue".

The mottled and sparkling water surface, the golden afterglow of the sunset and the river set each other off. A leaf boat crossed the river, overlapping into the fundus and projecting into the soul, and its mood was actually stained with a layer of gold.

It suddenly occurred to me that there was a poem, "A setting sun is spreading in the water, half river is rustling and half river is red". I can't help sighing. Who said that picturesque scenery only exists in the world, here and now, everything in front of us is really a feast?

Now I feel less about autumn in my hometown because I am away from home. It's just that whenever I lock the door, close the window and turn off the light, when I'm still in bed, I'll see this scene, my eyes are wet and I can't breathe well, which extends my memory of my hometown autumn scenery.

Perhaps, it is the myriad customs and strong expressive force of autumn that make people want to stop.

Photographers use images to record the beauty of autumn, writers use words to convey the meaning of autumn, and singers use lyrics to sublimate the rhyme of autumn.

Have you ever imagined the magnificence of "Zhaitang Xiakou Qujiangtou, Wan Lifeng smoke meets Su Qiu"? Have you ever imagined that "the autumn is white on the far shore and the mountains are red at night"? Have you ever imagined the loneliness of "the autumn wind moves in Wan Li and the sun sets in the west and the yellow clouds are high"? In this way, if you go out, you can see the beautiful scenery of "trees rustling outside the forest and sunset in the autumn mountains" in autumn.

Xu Zhimo, a famous modern poet, also has different feelings about autumn. He once wrote in autumn language: "Autumn rain is in the first-class cold autumn pool, haggard autumn willows, timid autumn branches and yellow autumn leaves. Listen to him kiss Sanqiu and whisper to him. The whisper of autumn rain, Sanqiu's love affair and the plot of love poems also fell into the autumn halo of autumn water and autumn waves, swirling and flowing with autumn. "

The autumn leaves in Qiu Lai overlap and are full of sixteen autumn words, which are delicate, affectionate, sad and euphemistic. The emotional master perfectly conveyed his emotional expression with the artistic conception of autumn.

In autumn, there is no romance of spring flowers, no impetuous noise, only an autumn color, quiet and pure, only a series of life, mature and deep, only a red maple, eager and sincere.

Autumn is deep and charming to me. I am sincere about autumn, waiting for everyone's own taste.