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What do you mean when the autumn wind starts in Bai Yunfei and the plants are yellow and the geese return to the south?

Bai Yunfei, the autumn wind blows gently. The grass and trees are yellow, and the geese return to the south.

Liu Che's poem Autumn Wind.

Appreciate:

The whole poem is a masterpiece of "Sad Autumn" in the history of China literature.

There are two different views on the theme of this poem in history. One is "it's extremely sad to write, and it's shocking to get old", and the other is "the word has a feeling of autumn." The idea of seeking immortality, the phrase "cherish beauty", is the bone of an article (Volume 3 of Appreciation of Zhang Yugu's Ancient Poems).

Zhang Yugu added: "Treating a beautiful woman as a fairy seems close and almost chiseled. However, the emperor was lucky to be in Hedong, and the place behind the temple was for seeking immortality. It must be a solution, and the current affairs are at the beginning, and Zhang Yi wears it before and after "(ibid.). The meaning of seeking immortality in the poem is unclear, and only the dark point of "unforgettable beauty" is subtle and wonderful.

Extended data:

According to the records of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Emperor Liu Che went to Fenyin, Hedong (southwest of Wanrong County, Shanxi Province) five times to offer sacrifices to the land god. Only once was in autumn, that is, in October of Ding Yuan (before 1 13). At this time, Liu Che was forty-four years old and reigned for twenty-seven years. He crusaded against the Huns by force and successfully relieved the troubles of the northern border for generations.

He adopted three policies: state monopoly (salt and iron, equal loss leveling), unified currency, and emphasizing agriculture over millet, which were effective and overcame the production losses and financial crisis caused by long-term use of troops. The Western Han Dynasty reached its peak in military affairs, economy, politics and culture. However, he is gifted, and he still needs to explore the western regions, develop the southwest, pacify South Vietnam and East Vietnam, and make himself famous all over the world.

During this trip, Zeng Nan's soldiers passed on good news, which is well-known in the local area and is still in use today. In autumn wind in Xiao Sa, Hongyan returned to the south, and Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty went boating on the Fenhe River and gave a banquet. The scene was lively and magnificent. I heard that there was a fire next to Fenshui, and I ordered that a Houtu Temple be built there to worship the landowner. As the son of heaven, Liu Che enjoyed all the splendor in his life. Like ordinary people, he could not resist aging and death. I wrote this article after the banquet.

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Autumn is coming, and the weather is getting cold.

Especially these days, the temperature in the morning and evening is surprisingly cold, only a dozen degrees.

Every time I go out, I will see yellow leaves falling slowly from the tree and being blown far away by the wind.

Autumn is coming, and the fallen leaves are right, but it also brings a lot of trouble to the cleaners.

There are many happy things in autumn, such as going sand skiing in autumn, which is the happiest thing; I am also very happy to catch grasshoppers, crickets and beetles in autumn and bring them back to play.

The happiest thing is to eat fresh apples and play with rotten lotus seeds as broad beans.

You can eat crabs in September, and slowly eat crab roe when you open the shell. It really has a delicious feeling.

The autumn wind in home.sanwen8.cn is still blowing gently, and the yellow leaves are still falling slowly, but there are still many things about autumn.

See what autumn wind 700 writes? There are probably many people who like autumn as much as I do. Just after the solar term in beginning of autumn, everyone can't wait to grab a pen and paint the cool autumn colors one by one. Soon, my eyes are full of autumn colors, which makes people think that autumn is coming to the world.

However, in fact, it is far from it. At noon, sauna becomes more boring and difficult. Just in the morning and evening, I smell a little shyness of autumn wind, which adds a lot of embarrassment to those who see through autumn water, including me.

In any case, "Autumn geese are accompanied by Changfeng, and I face them from this villa and drink my wine" is always full of reverie. The noisy cry of cicadas reminds people from time to time that the road is still long, so stop dreaming! It directly demonstrated with people and repeatedly said, "Hot, hot ..." I chatted with my brother that day, and he said that everyone had a wandering complex buried in his heart.

I pinched some tea leaves and put them in my mouth. My brother said that the whole sky in Qingdao is filled with the fragrance of tea you chewed.

In my opinion, the season suitable for wandering is autumn, and autumn is clean.

And people who like wandering should be a little sad, a little melancholy and a little homesick.

With the autumn wind every year, the faint thoughts wrapped in unprovoked sadness and inexplicable agitation will come as scheduled.

Walking hand in hand with my friends in the distant wind ... That was my once thought.

Sitting at this table for years.

There is a computer on the desk. When I turn right, my face is the window. Because of this window, I am the first person to perceive the arrival of the season.

I like the gorgeous flowers in spring.

When spring comes, flowers bloom one by one, which makes people feel scared.

And I especially like to look at the red flowers on the ground, and I can't help but think of Daiyu who buried the flowers and her shadow.

I like the beauty of summer rain.

Summer evening, listening to the sound of raindrops falling to the ground, watching raindrops falling from the eaves faster or slower, watching raindrops splashing in the stagnant water.

Before I was born, rain existed in its unique form. Many years later, when I am gone, they will still exist in the same way, not because a girl once loved her, even though she frowned. Maybe it didn't notice my gaze at all.

However, this may not love my obsession with the ancient melody between heaven and earth.

I like the whiteness of snow in winter.

It was a lonely season blocked by cold, and even the hot air exhaled from the mouth quickly cooled down.

Snowflakes that visit from time to time seem to come from the fairy tale kingdom, covering up the ugliness of the world and decorating the sky without injustice for Mother Earth like an elf.

It will always be the eternal theme of the Millennium.

I am more attached to autumn wind than spring flowers, summer rain and winter snow.

In the autumn wind, the sound of autumn insects gathers into a whispering river, sobbing the sadness that can't be hidden in the dream; When Yan Zhen returned to the south, heartbreaking crying was the homesickness of travelers; And the lovesick tears caused by wine have ever moistened your sensitive heart? When I started writing about autumn, I suddenly became excited. My heart is in mid-autumn, and it is the word "sorrow". This is the inevitable fate of loving Qiu Ren.

In recent days, successive autumn rains have made the temperament of the whole city cheerful.

As a result, it seemed to sway the amorous feelings of the whole spring, inflated the desire of a summer, completely precipitated into an alienated atmosphere, and turned into the form of autumn wind, desperate to come and go to this annual date with me.

Stupid as I am, I still can't solve some mysteries.

Then, a sigh is the tacit understanding of meeting the autumn wind; A line of clear tears became a conversation when I passed by the autumn wind.

In fact, every season can provoke people to write, so throughout the ages, in different seasons, there will always be different words to record their feelings.

I can't help but start writing again, always in the rustling autumn wind.

In recent months, it seems that all of a sudden, God suddenly gave me a serious topic.

Therefore, I want to feel it all the time, feel the weight of words or the light of tears; The weight of the soul or the light of life; Lightness of thought or reality.

I never knew that there were so many things in the world that I needed to weigh, but I could only carry one on my shoulder and move forward without hesitation.

Suddenly, this became an indisputable fact.

This is different from the feeling of wandering in the autumn wind, although they are all along the way.

In this torment, I feel a kind of pain that I can't let go.

It suddenly occurred to me that a friend told me the other day that there was a female netizen in humanities, and you should go and see her.

When I got there, it seemed that so many middle-aged men appeared out of nowhere overnight. They got together and said her name and words, with tears in their eyes. I didn't join the mourning crowd, but I was anxious to find her. I want her to know that there are many people singing her praises there. If she knew that so many people were crying for her, she wouldn't be so determined to leave.

I wish she was so tired that she fell asleep in a quiet corner.

Then, I found her, woke her up, looked at her and was surprised to hear me say that the men were crying. Then, I watched her return to the crowd with a smile and said to them shyly, "Hey, I just accidentally fell asleep." Then, I watched the men cry and laugh.

However, I know I have no chance to wake her up, and she has no chance to wake up again.

Even if there is such an opportunity, I think, after listening to my story, she will still close her beautiful eyes wearily and go back to sleep.

I have browsed her works. It's beautiful.

A woman who is easy to satisfy, who doesn't want much and loves her.

Watching people cry like rain.

Unfortunately, not everyone is naturally sensitive and gentle to taste.

In the face of death, there is a very popular or classic saying that people are not even afraid of death, but also afraid of living.

In fact, from another angle, this sentence has another meaning. Only those who are fearless of death will not lust after the world of mortals.

The world is too big for her.

Write here, a stomach cramp, turn right face, and see the autumn wind.

I am eager to write a composition. The autumn wind started again, and the fallen leaves fell all over the ground. The air all over the world is filled with the smell of autumn, which is a very familiar smell and a ripple of my infatuation.

I don't always like autumn. I think she is depressed, indifferent, sad and lonely. When I think of autumn, I will think of "autumn wind and autumn rain", and I will think of "blue sky and yellow leaves", all of which will become eyeful of depression, and I can't help sighing.

Later, I met a beautiful girl in the bleak autumn, read the details of autumn in the bleak season, tasted the unique taste of autumn, and began to fall in love with her deeply.

I like the clear sky in autumn. It washes away all the dust. When I let the white clouds wander quietly, when I stopped to stare, my heart suddenly became clear and transparent, as if washing away the whole person, forgetting all the troubles in the world, and truly feeling the realm of unity of things and me, so I was so naive, free and intoxicated in that clear sky.

The fallen leaves, who like to fly in autumn, leave their mother's arms and dance like butterflies in the wind, as if the spirits of the earth were singing Qiu Ge. When the leaves followed the car and moved forward intimately, they suddenly fell in love with these beautiful elves. It was autumn's greeting to me, conveying mutual concern and concern in the most intimate contact.

I like the autumn wind rustling in autumn, sweeping away all the heat and making the world cool. I can listen to the leaves quietly, enjoy the whispering of the wind and grass, especially like the wind blowing my long hair, such as touching it gently with gentle hands, which makes people relaxed and intoxicated in the weeping willows in the pleasant autumn wind.

I like the drizzle in autumn, such as silk and fog connecting the earth. The world in the fog is becoming more and more fascinating. Hold an umbrella, walk in the rain, let your heart fly with the drizzle, listen to the rain and rain beating the phoenix tree, get lost in the dense atmosphere, and let yourself wander alone like the lilac girl in the rain lane written by Dai Wangshu.

Like a heavy night in autumn, like moonlight pouring into the window, it is also reflected in a heart. Facing the sadness and helplessness of the full moon, Su Dongpo's "Wish people a long time, thousands of miles away" is only temporary comfort. Let the full mood pour out in the free air, and the soul can return to peace in pouring out.

I like the yearning for autumn, which is a season that touches people's emotions, a season that looks forward to the reunion of relatives, and a season that dreams come true. I can't help but feel my heart pounding, melting into a deep moonlight, cutting a wisp of missing in the falling leaves, taking off a piece of tenderness to dry in the clear sky and melting in the realm of autumn water heating.

Autumn wind again. Leaves fly in my heart like butterflies, and drizzle falls in my heart like pearls. The attachment in my heart rises with Ran Ran in autumn, and the beautiful water drops wash away the bleak autumn, leaving only my long-term concern and silent concern for her. In this way, I savor the taste of autumn, listen to the whisper of autumn quietly, feel the charm of autumn quietly, and let the faint feelings whisper.

Just as the autumn wind started, the 600-word rustling autumn wind blew silently from distant places, from maple leaves and from every campus. I quietly took a song to tell others. That distant and quiet song brushed every graduate student's heart without leaving a trace, but it stung my heart. On an ordinary evening, I took my students' mood and leaned quietly against a slightly sad tree. The afterglow of the distant sunset is fading away. There was an autumn wind in the white sky, and the wind messed up my hair. Looking at the rippling hair in the wind, I can't help but return to the campus in my heart. In the past, pairs of inseparable sisters in the corridor were joking. From time to time, there were a few playful slaps, which surrounded us endlessly at the moment, and the students were enjoying their leisure time during recess. But now, the pairs of inseparable sisters disappeared in the corridor, replaced by children who were fighting, which was endless silence ... thoughts flew into the bus and teachers and classmates became one. My teacher and I chatted happily about the present and the future, and we had a good laugh. The bus is empty now and the teacher is very strict. In this year of separation, there is too much nostalgia ... I left my yearning class, left ... a cold tear on my left hand, full of nostalgia and reluctance. I didn't give up that class. The autumn wind is still blowing, and the afterglow is still light, but that class will always remain in the hearts of every student. The autumn wind started, that night, that lesson-unforgettable, and finally ended in a happy future. ...

Another autumn wind, another golden season, another September, and autumn have arrived.

Autumn is a very monotonous color. It is not as colorful as spring, nor as hot and sultry as summer, nor as charming as winter snow.

But her instructions marked the end of the matter.

But she is so charming.

At first glance, it is golden yellow, but a few maple leaves show their red heads playfully, which seems to be slightly out of harmony with this golden yellow.

But this color, with a little naughty red and green in golden yellow, is a bit different but charming.

The weather in autumn turns slightly cooler, but this coolness makes me feel very comfortable. In autumn, the air is particularly refreshing, which makes me feel refreshed like a hungry lion.

But autumn means the end of everything, which makes me a little sad and sad.

In the park, leaves are piled around trees, and the earth is like a thick coat. It feels soft when you step on it, and it will make a "squeaky" sound, which is comfortable and fun.

The fallen leaves have lost their former luster and are a little wrinkled.

But the leaves are still green, just a little darker, the back of the leaves is gray, the leaves are not so flat, and the edges are brittle.

On the edge of the park, there was a burst of laughter. There used to be several children playing "Laogen"! They pull each other with fallen leaves, and whoever keeps pulling wins.

They are in high spirits, not to mention having fun! Seeing this scene, I can't help but think of when we played in primary school. How wonderful that is! In June this year, I bid farewell to my former primary school classmates. I walked out of my alma mater with tears and ushered in a new journey-junior high school.

Full of longing and hope, it reminds me of this class. How beautiful, rich and beautiful this school is.

This is another autumn, and in hope, I want to welcome another autumn.

"Another Autumn Wind" is about 800 words. Another autumn wind, with fallen leaves all over the ground. The air all over the world is filled with autumn breath and sad feeling.

Autumn is a beautiful blonde. Her clothes are made of fallen leaves and her hair is washed with juice.

What a beautiful autumn! It's a pity that the autumn wind seems to be blowing slowly this year, and every breath is still homesick.

This autumn wind also blew up the sadness in my heart.

Why is the autumn wind with rain in Mao Mao this year? Does heaven also have thoughts and sadness? In late autumn and early summer, grandpa left and will never come again.

He lay quietly in a square box with a big cuboid. Grandpa doesn't even have the strength to close his eyes because his skin is shrinking. He lay there, staring at the ceiling and a family with swollen eyelids.

The autumn wind outside is chilly and smells bleak.

Later, grandpa put it in a square box that can only be held in the palm of his hand.

In front of a monument, grandpa fell asleep, and he slept there forever.

The autumn wind is bleak, and the fallen leaves flying all over the sky fall on the monuments and tombs.

I still remember that my grandfather loved autumn best before his death. He said, "In autumn, there is a lot of food. Grandpa must buy it for you every year! " But, grandpa, you didn't buy me anything delicious this autumn. How can you break your word? Your granddaughter is still waiting for you to buy a lot of delicious autumn wind, which makes my goose bumps. Grandpa, are you cold? You must put on more clothes! Don't catch a cold, or we will all be worried! I spent my childhood at my grandfather's house.

Every time I walk into the house, my grandparents will cook a lot of delicious food. Grandpa always calls me "baby" and "baby", and I always jokingly answer: "Grandpa, I have grown so big, why do I still call me baby?" "Grandpa smiled and said," is the baby very good? You will always be the baby in grandpa's heart! "Grandpa always rides a battery car with a fishing rod and goes fishing for me.

Grandpa's fish is always fresh and delicious.

Grandpa, don't go, okay? I want you to call me baby, and I want you to help me catch the fish I eat! Grandpa! Standing in grandpa's living room, I looked at the black-and-white photo with grandpa's kind face.

Grandpa in heaven, you know? The autumn wind has blown. Are you thinking about your granddaughter? ...

A narrative with the resurgence of autumn wind as the topic is another autumn. The cool breeze blows on both sides of the cheeks, and there is a deep coolness in my heart. In this season of falling leaves, it seems that everything on the earth is ending. Looking at the crops waiting to be harvested in the field, I can't help but recall the happiness and busyness of the farm children during the autumn vacation. At that time, my sister and I were both "troublemakers" at home. When the flowers are still sleeping in their crystal coats, the work of the adults at home has already started in full swing in the fields. My sister and I were also woken up by the tinkling sound. We got dressed, jumped out of bed and went to the fields to harvest crops with the adults. Usually, adults don't want us to do this because of our troubles. My sister and I will run to the orchard to "destroy" it. Under the ripe grape trellis, we will never get tired of hide and seek. Tired and lying in a chair for a while, thirsty, pick a bunch of grapes weighing about a catty and put them in your mouth. Cheerful and contented laughter is better than the singing of swallows flying in autumn. After a bumper harvest, the grain on the grain drying field will attract many sparrows to chirp with their mouths and attract naughty children to buckle the noise of sparrows. It adds a lot of vitality to the silent grain drying field. I usually go there secretly, my Lord. Sometimes, my sister and I will go to the river to catch shrimp. In autumn, the shrimps in the river are fattening. Seeing them playing in the water made my mouth water. My sister and I hurried home, grabbed the hedge and washbasin and came to the river. The clever fish in the hedge slipped away, silly. At the end of the day, when the sun sets in the west, we return home with a full load. The delicious cooking also adds a delicacy to the dining table. In autumn, adults are busy. They are always busy with farm work, but we are very happy. Everything seems to be ready for us. Laughter resounded through the sky, and September was autumn. There is laughter under the grape trellis in the orchard? Is the laughter of the river still there? Why can't that farmer's child be afraid of happiness in autumn?

There is definitely no answer to the narrative of 1000 in the autumn wind, but the idea is ok. First, we should fully consider the meaning of "autumn wind" and exchange this concept. For example, autumn wind represents difficulties and setbacks, so the title will be changed to "When setbacks come", and the article will be better. Just write about how you face setbacks.

Of course, in the process of continuing, you can combine the description of the scenery with profound meaning. For example, at the beginning, "it rained for a few days, and the wind blew for a few days. The weather is getting colder and colder, and the autumn is getting stronger and stronger."

Walking on the road, the autumn wind rises and dead leaves fly in the air, giving people a cold feeling.

And my mood seems to be depressed with this autumn wind.

……"

Autumn composition 600 words autumn ode "autumn wind bleak, Hongbo surges."

Hundreds of years ago, a generation of heroes had such feelings in the face of a desolate and vast river; "Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn" Busima Xunyang Jiangtou also painted the colors of autumn with brush strokes; Liu Yuxi's representative poem "Clouds in the Clear Sky" eulogizes the unrestrained autumn ... Autumn has an eternal charm, which touches people and time through the charm of ancient gold.

And autumn, for us, does have her uniqueness.

Even if the flowers wither and the plants turn yellow, autumn is only silently strong and reserved.

Zhuangzi once pointed out in "Happy Travel" that everything should be carefree and self-willed.

Autumn is also engraved with its nature, which is the same throughout the ages.

The flowers have fallen, and the red leaves in Xiangshan are still there; Liu Xie, chrysanthemums are all over the table.

Autumn is neither decadent nor gloomy.

Her temperament of "not being happy with things, not being sad for herself" is calm and calm, which is exactly what we lack when we are in a hurry to live.

The busy rhythm blinds the space of seeing the heart.

Often look at the outside world too much, blindly expand the external things, distorting the value orientation of the soul.

The use of fame is much new, and life is boring.

Today, with the rapid development of material, perhaps we should ask for advice from the silent autumn.

The great ship of time has run over many brands, and autumn appreciates the gift of labor and has harvested countless fruits.

A year's sweat is exchanged for the smile of the fruit, which is the return of hard work and hard work in autumn.

Autumn is a grateful messenger of nature.

Learning to be grateful is the beginning of people.

But many people forget to be grateful.

How many people are holding signs of the post-80s generation and holding slogans to promote individuality? Some quarreled with their parents, some ran away from home, and even more alienated.

I can't stand advice, and I can't stand it.

I don't know. I'm far from the origin.

The grace of dripping water should be rewarded with a spring. Now to improve social construction, learning to be grateful is a compulsory course for every citizen.

In 2004, among the people who moved China, there was a young man who resolutely donated his kidney to his dying mother, which made many people die.

It is such a young life that we can relive our lost gratitude and feel the power to touch our hearts.

Autumn is a season of gratitude, and autumn is a symphony of return. I hope everyone can be bathed in the cool autumn wind and grateful fashion of CCB.

Autumn wind, geese return to the south building.

Autumn is the season of reunion.

The belief that leaves take root has been flowing in the bones of China people for thousands of years.

Autumn has come, and relatives thousands of miles away are looking forward to reunion.

The sense of belonging to home is like a long kite line, which is more and more profound under the adjustment of autumn.

Dongpo laymen dance to explore autumn, still looking forward to thousands of miles of Zen volumes; Sad autumn night is the sadness of Du Mu's Silver Candle Qiu Guang. When Wang Wei was inserted into Cornus officinalis, he was twice as far away from thinking, and how many people could tell the stumbling block; Zhang Ji's hesitation in opening the envelope suggests how attached he is. I'm afraid I can't talk about it in a hurry.

And we, in this season, how many busy figures are still running around outside.

Parents at home have to wait for their children to come home, and children at home are also looking forward to their parents coming back.

Busy people, go home, go home quickly, go back to the depressed, leisurely tea-drinking, comfortable and quiet soul garden, let the soul go home, give the spirit a bowl of warm soup and call it home.

The call of autumn is also the expectation of home, and every minute of reunion is more precious than anything else.

Then the golden autumn will come again.

Just like old wine, the older it gets, the better it gets.

Autumn is a classic that can't be turned over, and we will always be her devout believers.

Like the gentleness of autumn, like the calmness of autumn, love this autumn, it has an irresistible charm.

Just like autumn in Yu's works, it always has a different flavor.

It's another golden season, and it's September and autumn.