Zhiqiu Lyrical Prose

Lyric Prose of Knowing Autumn 1

The Beginning of Autumn has passed, but autumn tigers are still rampant, and the heat is almost choking!

All things in nature are very inspiring to the climate. Whenever a season changes from old to new, you will instantly know its changes, hear its footsteps early, and smell its aura.

For the past few days, the sun has been burning with high fever. Autumn is here, and it's like taking a fever-reducing shot. The white-hot face immediately turns red, and the high fever gradually subsides.

The wind is ruthless, dry wind, hot wind, wet wind. It seems to be flowing in a rock and roll cauldron, constantly steaming back and forth, getting hotter and hotter, showing a ferocious appearance from morning to night. When people wake up early in the morning, their clothes cling to their skin. Autumn has arrived, and the wind has become milder. People feel its slight coolness morning and night.

The rain is unstoppable, manic, fierce, rapid and unscrupulous. In an instant, the Yangtze River, Yellow River, ditches, cities, villages, and countryside were submerged in the vast ocean. Autumn is here, and the rain is no longer so menacing, but has turned into a gentle drizzle.

Even if the grass has just emerged from the soil, it is full of eager longing and beautiful vision for nature. It wants to grow, bloom, bear fruit, pour out fragrance, and repay nature. However, when autumn comes, all the good wishes are shattered, because at the beginning of autumn, every inch of grass will bear seeds, and it can only place its dreams on the coming year.

Pieces of delicate green leaves dress the trees in green, swaying gently in the wind, making rustling sounds from time to time. Before and after meals, people hide in the shade of trees to rest and enjoy the cool air. Autumn is here, and the leaves gradually turn yellow, as if they have no legs. They blow with the wind, and finally the flowers fall helplessly and fall to the ground.

When the sun reaches midday, people generally don’t go out because it’s too hot outside and they are afraid of heatstroke. They can only stay indoors, reading, watching TV, entertaining their children, or doing other things. Something. Autumn is here, especially when the sunset falls. At this time, people who have suffered from the scorching heat will come out of their homes in droves and go to the shore of Beihu Lake with beautiful scenery and the reflection of weeping willows to relax. You see, some are parents with their children, some are grandparents with their grandchildren, and some are grandparents with their grandchildren in their arms, walking among the beautiful autumn colors, enjoying the comfort and happiness that autumn brings.

Autumn is finally here, go slowly, I love you, let me walk with you all the way. Lyrical Prose of Knowing Autumn 2

Fallen leaves know that spring and autumn are bleak, the wind is bleak, and it is slightly cool. As time enters October, the topic of fallen leaves is endless. There are too many people sighing and sighing, so how can the word "sorrow" be used? Every time a friend sends a warm and caring reminder through WeChat, text message or phone call: "The temperature is cooling down, please put on more clothes." Yes, nature is the most orderly, and may not know how to sympathize with human beings' joys, anger, sorrows and joys, not because you are "drunk" If you "spring breeze", spring will last forever; if you "love autumn colors," winter will never come again.

This weekend after the Double Ninth Festival, I didn’t stay in bed again. After breakfast, with some leisure and joy, we casually walked on the plateau, from the Liuwu Village Wilderness in the southern suburbs of Lhasa to the Doulungdeqen Grassland, then to the Norbulingka Garden, and finally to the city center. Silently chanting along the way, "I have been to the Double Ninth Festival, and come back to the Double Ninth Festival again, and the scenery is beautiful every year." Haha, the comfort is infinite, the endless growth of natural life is the magic of change, and the eternal truth. When we arrived at the foot of the Potala Palace, it was eight or nine o'clock, and the sun was shining brightly. Autumn on the plateau comes earlier than in the mainland. Although it is chilly, the holy and beautiful square is crowded with people, and there is still an endless stream of people who come to Lhasa for tourism and pilgrimage. The prayer paths surrounding the Potala Palace are bustling with people. The autumn night in October is like a spring tide.

A fallen leaf slowly floated down, lightly hit me on the head, and then slowly fell to the gray marble floor under my feet. Staring at it, I suddenly remembered that when I was a child, my mother often hit me on the head with chopsticks when she taught me a lesson, and often repeated: "If you grow a head, you must be sensible. If you don't hit it, you will not be sober." I couldn't help but laugh. My mother hit me before so that I, the governor, could be sensible and stop being stupid. Why did the fallen leaves hit me now? No matter what, it gives me an airy, gentle feeling of beauty, and that's enough. Thanks to it for smashing my head. Now I know my destiny, so I should be considered sensible. With gratitude, I bent down to pick it up and gently held it in my hand.

This fallen leaf does not seem to be much different from the mainland leaves I have seen, showing a thin feather shape. It is not as bright red or purple as the fruit. The seasons dye it golden yellow, and it is more mottled with yellow and green. The main stem in the middle and the small veins extending to both sides are orange-red, which is distinct from the yellow. It reminds me of another fallen leaf that fell out when I was flipping through a book a few days ago. It was a fallen leaf I picked up from the hillside of the Yajiang Gorge in the Linzhi area of ??southeastern Tibet two years ago. It was dazzlingly red at the time, but now it has dried up. I remember that day on the mist-shrouded hillside by the river, waiting for the holy and mysterious Namjagbarwa main peak to appear. It is said that Tibetan compatriots call it "the sharp ax that pierces the sky". The peak penetrates into the sea of ??clouds, and its true appearance is rare. Unlucky visitors usually return without success. I chose a small platform on the hillside and waited for my luck to come.

Gradually, the snow on the top of the mountain was reflected in the morning glow, and I was stunned. Unfortunately, the clouds were too thick and too low. No matter how I opened my eyes, the proud and mysterious head of the "sharp ax" seemed to glance at me for just a moment, then hid in the thick clouds and never came out again. While I was forgetting myself, a leaf floated down, fell on my head, and then slid down my face to my feet. I looked away and looked at the fallen leaves. I didn’t know which tree species it belonged to. I saw that it was bright red in color, trifoliate in shape, and surrounded by regular small sawtooths, just like the red leaves of Xiangshan in Beijing.

Squatting down and watching quietly, this fallen leaf seems a little tired, a little melancholy, but still colorful and beautiful, showing the unique charm in the colorful world. . It was still intact when it fell from the book a few days ago, but had changed color to brownish-red. I held it in my hand and looked at it for a long time, then carefully put it back into the book.

The fallen leaves now come from a tree in the "Zongjiao Lukang" Park behind the Potala Palace. I couldn't help but raise my eyes and look at it. I was so fascinated that I didn't want to leave for a long time. . This tree, which is recovering from the winter, has a "name tag" hanging on its branches, which reads: "Left-twisting willow tree, 610 years old." I wonder, I have walked the Qinghai-Tibet line countless times. On the nearly 20xx kilometers from Kunlun Pass to Yangbajing, I only saw three trees in the Damxung Wetland. The thin air in front of me How could such a huge plant grow in this place? In Tibet, which is recognized as the "snow world", what kind of torture test it has withstood the wind, snow and sword! The heavy snow fell on its head and its branches drooped to the ground, but it undoubtedly survived; the cold wind hit its body and its body was mottled, but it also stood proud. Oh, I suddenly realized that this Zongjiao Lukang was originally the backyard of Songtsen Gampo's palace. Could it be that the land of kings must have the aura of kings? I don’t know, but these huge trees are suitable for growing here, and they are extremely lush.

In fact, people all know that among the tree family, apart from pine, cypress, and bamboo, willow is the last to lose its leaves, and the "left-handed willow" here is no exception, even though it grows on the plateau. It still needs to be like a warrior, standing on the last duty and being a dedicated person who "comes early and leaves late". It will not withdraw until everyone withdraws. The 610-year-old left-handed willow tree in front of me stretches out with a desolate body, like a goshawk with its wings spread, and its thick waist twists smoothly to the left. Although there are not many yellow leaves on the scattered canopy, they still show the vitality of leaving alone. From this, I thought that the decline of the leaf in my hand must have succumbed to the cold weather that came too early. Before the arrival of spring, when the cold wind blows sharply, and the warmth returns to cold, it must be the first to see green on the branches, and be the first to see green. Convey the news of spring and create a sense of spring on the plateau.

In the face of nature, people are often accustomed to associate fallen leaves with "withering", and it is not surprising that they feel desolate and bleak. However, when autumn comes, we feel sad and lament the impermanence of life and the shortness of the world. We also ignore the new life and infinite spring soon after the leaves fall, and lose our optimism and confidence in life. These annual ring marks one after another on the body of Zuo Xuan Liu, aren't they the testimony of endless life!

Although trees are trees, they cannot be simply equated with humans. But from a life perspective, I respect the character of the tree.

Taking this fallen leaf with me, I walked back to my work place in Liuwu Town with ease. On the side of the newly built asphalt road, there are constantly golden or orange-red leaves flying down from high places, falling in order and one after another. Those are young white poplar leaves. I avoid and jump with my constantly moving feet, fearing to step on them, because they are seriously interpreting an inherent and reasonable life process: debut in bright green, end in golden, come and go in style, live proudly Calm and worthy of the value of eight or nine months of life.

Don’t step on them, not because of charity or pity, nor just to keep their bodies intact and clean faces, but to admire them, to admire them for not being defeated by falling to the earth, but for being ready to go. , prepare for a more vigorous spirit in the coming year, and admire it for leaving us with profound philosophical thinking.

Returning to the desk, I tucked the fallen leaf I picked up into another book, which was "The Road to Heaven is No Longer Distance" that I had just published. It was different from the original one. Ye He and the book are with me, and they keep whispering "Hope, hope..." Lyrical Prose of Zhiqiu 3

Autumn is coming to us quietly, and the beginning of autumn is here. At that time, I was not so sensitive to autumn, but with the arrival of Mid-Autumn Festival, the true nature of autumn became more and more obvious. Transitioning to late autumn, the intoxicating fruits and scenery will definitely make people miss it.

Early Autumn

Autumn, with its mature colors, dyes the leaves of the trees yellow and the stems and branches of the grass; it embellishes the wide streets and the beautiful parks. , dotted with the vast wilderness, dotted with towering mountains, beauty embellishments everywhere, making people appreciate the beauty and feel that autumn is coming. Autumn fully highlights her charming figure and alluring scenery, allowing adults to admire her. Intoxicated by her charm, the children dance for the rich fruits she brings.

The organs of the body clearly feel the arrival of autumn. It is true that as soon as summer leaves, autumn arrives soon after.

The weather is getting cooler, and the fallen leaves are nostalgic for summer. When they dance in the gorgeous sky, the cycle of seasons turns into another season of autumn.

Mid-Autumn Festival

What best describes the Mid-Autumn Festival is the round moon. She seems to emit all her light on the Mid-Autumn Festival, shining hard on the vast and deep sky. The moon at this time is so soothing and smooth, the shadows of the trees are dancing, and many swaying leaves are flying in the soft night. She is like a shy girl, hiding loomingly in the dark blue sky, and the sky seems to be covered with a layer of blue. The transparent gauze is like green smoke surrounding it, and like mist covering the entire sky, giving people a feeling of light wind and light clouds.

This autumn is really outrageous. Yesterday it was midsummer, but today suddenly the autumn wind blew and the rain fell. The autumn wind ruthlessly blows off the leaves, and the fallen leaves fly and fall in the autumn wind. The first thing that fell might be just one or two pieces, like one or two soul-destroying butterflies. But within a few days, there were rushing golden showers, dyeing the earth golden and creating a sad autumn atmosphere! Fallen leaves lay on a golden carpet under the trees, and bare and sparse trunks and branches stood, pointing straight at the blue sky and white clouds.

The fallen leaves in autumn are the symbol of autumn. The fallen leaves are falling to the ground. It seems that autumn is sad, but this is not the main theme of autumn. What autumn brings to people is benefits, harvest, joy, and hope; what autumn brings to people is maturity, joy, and encouragement. This is the eternal theme of autumn. The melody of autumn is ever-changing, but the memories it gives people are still beautiful, making people miss the next autumn after this autumn.

Saying goodbye to the scorching summer, autumn is coming with her fruitful footsteps, blending with the joy of harvest in people's hearts.

Late Autumn

In this season, people appreciate the fresh and beautiful autumn pictures, and the autumn charm presented brings people infinite beauty. The most beautiful fallen leaves are maple leaves. Look at the red maple leaves all over the mountain, exaggerating the enthusiasm of autumn. Although the maple leaves will wither, their life is endless. I understand life from the withering of maple leaves, and find the lines of life from the veins of maple leaves. I would like to be a maple leaf, carrying this clear autumn, traveling to the beautiful world in the distance, kissing the fields and mountains, kissing the grass and the forest. I read the whisper of maple leaves, which dyed the forest with autumn colors, and the fallen leaves made the mountains red, presenting a scene that was not spring but better than spring.

The golden autumn is refreshing, and the orchards are full of fruits. Look, the red apples are smiling at us on the branches; the pomegranates are also quietly blooming their smiles on the treetops; the sweet persimmons are blowing in the wind on the fruit trees. Swinging; bunches of grapes, purple and red, crystal clear, like bunches of purple pearls; yellow oranges proudly stand on high branches, shaking their heads; hawthorn trees are full of purple-red fruits , hiding behind the dense leaves, appearing and disappearing, like a shy little girl. The wheat fields in autumn are even more prosperous and full of crops. In the fields, bunches of grain ears danced gracefully in the autumn wind. Looking from a distance, the rolling wheat waves look like a golden ocean.

Autumn is the season of harvest and joy. Harvest and joy tell us that the responsibilities of autumn have been completed.

The charming autumn scenery is fascinating. The blue sky, white clouds, autumn wind and red leaves complement each other; the distant mountains and close water, the beautiful grass and rocks are a natural combination. Autumn scenery everywhere, autumn paintings, and piles of fruits fully exaggerate the strong autumn mood, which is refreshing and beautiful!

Human life is like a light cloud or a breeze, accompanying you through the four seasons of life inadvertently. To feel autumn and the four seasons, we need the gentle breeze of spring, the drizzle of summer, and even more the harvest of autumn. This is the most brilliant harvest season in life. Lyrical Prose of Knowing Autumn 4

The coolness and bleakness of the morning breeze brings the flavor of autumn. What is missing is that there is no butterfly or a cluster of green shade. Although these lost scenes will inevitably cause The sigh of the soul, but when things are different and people are different, it is not necessarily heart-wrenching. For example, these large and small dead shrubs in the eyes, the sunshine under the clear wind and light clouds, are the only ensemble that gives people a mood.

Both sides of the path are dotted with weeping willows, white birch, pine, fir and some unknown thick trees. With their dry crowns, they stand above the gate, attracting countless pedestrians. Looking at it, it is quite a beautiful sight. Autumn has just arrived, and the leaves have begun to fall one after another. Some have exposed their trunks, some have always stood proudly on the streets, and some are still hanging on the branches, falling in love, just like fish in water.

The furious wind of August began to sweep across this world, and everything was immersed in the strong wind. Bare trees, simple branches, howling cold insects, a desolate scene with the color of autumn The scenery can be described as scattered sounds, and the bleak color creates a rich and cold picture of the north.

I am an extremely sensitive person, and at the same time, I often lose a bit of calmness. Whenever the season coincides with the season, I always get close to nature with a heart like water, looking for a sense of desolation, and sometimes my thoughts They all ran away in confusion. Today, it is another season when the autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves. The autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves yellow, and the wind lingers and sighs, but the leaves are dyed with nostalgia.

The mountains of my hometown, the water of my hometown, the wind of my hometown, the clouds of my hometown... are the concerns that people can never forget. For example, in the autumn forest now, the fallen leaves are flying, and those scattered on the ground are not leaves. It's a memory that fades away from people's hearts.

At this time, I couldn’t help but think of the old locust tree. Although I only met it in a foreign country, every time I stood under this old locust tree, I was really impressed by its uprightness. , and bewildered by its strange bends. Especially in autumn, its uneven surface looks like shallow and deep ravines, but it is a peculiar scenery.

The flowers are the most beautiful in the spring, and the leaves are the freshest in the midsummer. However, the late autumn is already pale and decorated with the wind and frost of the years. The jagged tree trunks and the floating sparse leaves fill the air with a strong nostalgia. , surrounded me.

For example, the reason why the old locust tree in front of you can still stand here is due to its admirable ability to withstand wind and frost, precisely because it can protect its roots well. Whenever autumn comes, it is not like holly, unwilling to shed a single leaf until the day it dies. The old locust tree always scatters most of its leaves on the ground generously, falling from time to time, and green from time to time. In this way, it does not mind retaining the remaining body after being weathered by wind and frost. The fallen leaves seem to understand deeply. , it is more important to bury oneself in the soil than to live on the branches, turning into spring mud to support its source of regeneration.

I was attracted by its tenacious willpower and its courage to sacrifice the self. Whenever I walk in this place where cold insects disdain to live, I happen to encounter this old tree. When looking at the locust tree, whether it is day or night, it is always the same comfort. You can vaguely find a beauty of desolation and loneliness, which makes people fascinated. Under the huge shade of trees, you can still see the leisurely stone tools of the past. In the eyes of pedestrians, they are just passing by. However, in the eyes of those who are sad about autumn, it is undoubtedly the best nest.

I also always feel that I am on a secluded country road. At this time, my ears are filled with the sound of insects, which makes my heart flutter. The long-lost residual sound, long and distant, It comes from everywhere, sometimes far and sometimes near, it is undoubtedly an everlasting and strange smell.

Looking at the semi-deciduous fir trees, the delicately erect pines and cypresses, the bare birches, and the few rows of autumn willows that have not yet fallen, I thought about a place that could not be found in the dense clouds and could not be found in the dense rain. In this winding path leading to a secluded place, I look for the afterglow of the setting sun, the sunset glow in the autumn forest, and the pale sunshine. Be melancholy without being negative, be self-conscious without being isolated. Lyrical Prose of Knowing Autumn 5

Maple leaves, fallen trees, and a wisp of autumn cold swayed the autumn leaves and desolate the autumn dew. The fallen maple leaves soaked the red dust with their fallen roots, weeping and wailing softly. The stream is warm and a maple leaf is floating in the air.

The autumn wind has yellowed the jade green of summer, and as it gets colder and colder, I write about the wind and rain in the past, concealing my thoughts, hoping that the glass will no longer bloom, and listening to the moonlight on the lotus pond, speechless. Another season of deep water and another red leaf. Turn around a thousand ways, but the tenderness remains the same.

Sit quietly and listen to the autumn leaves.

Warm a pot of moonlight and accompany it with the autumn colors; play a lotus rhyme and the strings of the piano will be green. The autumn wind blows and the red leaves ripple. Autumn comes and goes, the four seasons of reincarnation spread out in the gaps between wind and rain, and I enjoy the stars under the moon.

Maybe autumn love, maybe winter love, maybe spring love, maybe summer love. The passion is soaked with the traces of time, and there is a wave of joy. Holding a cup of red dust, sitting at your desk with the charm of autumn, you can paint a picture of autumn with the feelings of the mountains and the attachment of the water.

This passionate autumn.

Time passes by, and the grace is wasted. The peach fields are in full bloom among the flowers, the smiling wind flowers warm the mist in the autumn cold, and the hazy night interweaves with the perfect moonlight. Meet with colorful clouds, hold hands with autumn leaves, read an autumn book together, and enjoy the beauty of the red moon.

Qiu Jian glanced at her thoughts, whispering about the beautiful figure in front of the lamp. Drunk red cherries and green bananas embrace each other and care about the moonlight. Hold a bouquet of flowers, trace the fragrance on the long scroll of time, and smell the gentle breeze.

A red leaf makes the whole summer drunk; three thousand infatuations sweeten the love of a lifetime. Plant a patch of flowers in the palm of your hand, just for one person to enjoy; plant a forest in your heart, just for one person to enjoy the shade; plant a vast expanse of land in the world of mortals, just to protect one person from the wind and sun.

If possible, I would like Qingdeng to write, with you in the words and me in the lines, ferrying the notes of the moonlight, and drinking a cup of lovesickness?

If possible, I would Lying at the desk and reciting a poem, singing five words, waving a brush and reciting deeply, relying on the fragrance of the flowers blooming outside the window, reading an obsession together?

If possible, I would like to hold hands in front of the flowers, plant them full of charming flowers, warm my eyebrows, and remember my heart. The memory of red leaves, vowing to guard the ends of the world?

Facing the window, moisten a few pieces of magnolia. Hold the cup and drink two sips of fragrant tea. Sit quietly and listen to a leaf to know the autumn... Lyrical Prose of Knowing the Autumn 6

The autumn wind is refreshing. Every autumn day, a gust of autumn wind blows slowly, which refreshes my heart. When talking about autumn, there is no shortage of feelings of loneliness and loneliness. The golden world gives people a different feeling, but it also gives me unusual thoughts. Seeing all the glitz and glamor in the world is worse than being drunk in autumn.

Looking at the autumn leaves passing by in depression, how much helplessness there is in the wasted years, listening to the rustling of the autumn wind, and how much pressure there is in the distant memory.

The fallen leaves in autumn are always so lonely. They are lost in the hustle and bustle. People always praise the flowers and green leaves in spring, which are full of spring. How many people have noticed the silent fall of autumn leaves. When they are used to seeing beautiful things, Who will remember the sadness and sorrow of the past.

When autumn leaves leave their cherished embrace, is it to say goodbye to the departure of spring or the arrival of autumn? Just like when people turn around, is it to wash away the pain of the past or to start a new movement? The curly yellow leaves washing the earth suddenly fell resolutely, and the memories blown away by the breeze drifted far away...

The arrival of autumn is always so unexpected, Whenever people look up and see the yellow envelopes hanging down, they know that autumn is finally coming. Autumn leaves reveal the arrival of autumn, but what replaces it is endless separation. Although I don’t know the feelings of autumn leaves, it is definitely grateful for the appearance of autumn in its life. No matter what is left is attachment, sadness or indifference, it can In those dusty years, there will be such a corner, such a figure that belongs to the memories of autumn.

Although it still needs to go, it still cannot be replaced. The growth rings of life grow like this, and the memories that have been sealed in the dust will eventually be opened. As time goes by, when a scene or a memory is traced back to the past, Qiu will eventually find that he knows his origins best. It's autumn leaves, but the fall of autumn leaves has already made all this a foregone conclusion. Every spring, summer, autumn and winter, green, red, yellow and white, every late autumn, the ancient tree will witness the departure of the fallen leaves. It must be so helpless and painful, but it cannot stop the fallen leaves from falling without hesitation, and is so willing to die. In autumn...

The long river of time keeps changing, and the past gradually begins to become a memory, and begins to turn yellow in the wash of memory, just like the curled yellow leaves that make people feel sad. Memories drift into the distance. It seems that the more distant things make people miss them more and remember them more firmly. Looking back suddenly, is it the ancient trees or the autumn that has passed long ago?

Close your eyes, the breath of autumn is just around you. Looking at the fallen leaves flying in the sky, do you feel admiration or regret? Step forward, the yellow leaves under the street lamp are moving with the wind· ······ Zhiqiu Lyrical Prose 7

The afterglow lingers, the clouds are light and the wind is gentle. The fallen leaves know the mood of autumn, and the lone wild goose cries.

A pair of yellow flowers and a glass of clear old wine look so thin, so lonely and lifeless in front of the tomb.

Yingying’s grave was overgrown with weeds and looked so desolate and miserable.

Farewell to you after thousands of miles, at the crossroads, under the old locust tree, a flower umbrella blocks the rain and cools me down, my eyes are crystal clear, I pour out the pain of separation, "You are traveling far, the journey is unknown, the night is long, Waiting for you under the lamp, recalling the lovesickness." There are not many words, but every sentence is heart-felt, which deeply touches the soul of a long-distance traveler.

Looking back at the tears in my eyes, I walked away in a hurry.

The voice came up again: "You are taking care of your health outside. When you come back, we will continue our mortal relationship."

Sad and full of tears, choked with sobs and tears wet the clothes.

You are dressed in red, and your flowers are like colorful bees, dancing in the depths of pear blossoms, white and pink, petals falling, falling on your shoulders, falling on your eyebrows, spinning in the sea of ??flowers, dancing beautifully movement. Looking at a fire-like shadow, I was immersed in the pink and white world. We met in the depths of pear blossoms in April.

The green fruit exudes an attractive light, weighing heavily on the branches and squeaking in the wind. The green trees are full of green under the reflection of the morning sun, showing the strength of life. Wearing a pink short skirt, you shuttled through the depths of the pear garden, sometimes turning around, sometimes stretching your arms, and sometimes hiding behind the trees, mostly like a flying butterfly playing under the green sky. My confused eyes follow your figure. We know each other in the cyan dream of the pear garden.

The wind is blowing, the autumn mood is strong, and the fruits are yellow. In the ripe season, you are dressed in autumn clothes, and a bamboo basket is swinging between your shoulders and arms. Your delicate hands are like a dragonfly touching the water, and all the fruits are collected in the basket. , looking at your skillful movements, watching your dazzling dancing figure, your pink face covered with sweat drops, and your smiling eyes showing charming light. Fall in love at the moment when the fruit is fragrant.

Get to know each other, know each other, and fall in love with each other. Covered by the snowflakes all over the sky, facing the fire, eating the fruits you picked with your own hands, your heart is filled with warm love. Outside the courtyard, the plum blossoms are blooming and fragrant.

It’s the harvest season again, and when the fruits are abundant, you want to send me away for a long journey. The rain is cool and pleasant, and I have no choice but to leave. The words you said when we parted are ringing in my ears all the time and have been engraved in my heart.

Returning home is like an arrow. I put down my tired carriage and horses and set foot on my homeland, but you left me far away. What greeted me was a field of tombs and a desolate place.

The wind swept the dust.

However, the memory is full of pain and helplessness. Looking at the pear orchard in the distance, it is desolate and useless, with fallen leaves blowing in the wind. I won’t be able to dance in the garden with you, and I won’t be able to look up to you with you. And I can only regard everything in the past as a dream, recalling it carefully in my dream, and slowly savoring this happy and sad fate. Lyrical Prose of Zhiqiu 8

The fallen leaves scattered all over the ground, the dazzling flying in the sky, passing by quietly like the passing of time, accidentally discovered that no trace of it was left.

Waves of sighs commemorate the past years, and the empty breath is wandering in the world. Its tentacles cannot be found, and its breath cannot be explored. It sinks like history but cannot find any trace of its existence.

Whenever the fallen leaves in your hand turn yellow, devoid of moisture, and as light as feathers, a small breeze will take them away. Covering the sadness in my heart, I brushed it gently, it felt a little smooth, and I felt that my breathing became much easier. I have thought about collecting it, using it as a bookmark, and putting it in a book. Over time, it may have a faint smell of fallen leaves, which will bring people a pleasant mood.

When I was young, I liked to collect plants as specimens. I liked the green smell when I opened them a few days later, and the places they touched became full of life. A taste of chrysanthemum tea, bitter yet sweet.

The fallen leaves for a long time can arouse my long-lost emotion, and are more addictive than the youthful youth of childhood. Like a lonely poet, he uses graceful pen and ink to describe his mood and stir up his deep memories. It is also like the fragrance of a beautiful woman disappearing, with a poignant coldness, which makes people shocked and pitiful.

Only ten more years, how will you feel? Wandering like fallen leaves with the flowing water, sentimental and ruthless, what will be the outcome? Lyrical Prose of Knowing Autumn 9

A ray of coolness came through the window, and there seemed to be some noise outside the window. I suddenly realized that autumn was coming, and the sound of autumn was outside the window, so I walked out of the door and came to the suburban path alone. , the idle clouds in the autumn sky at dusk are so light and leisurely. They float quietly in the sky. A gust of wind blows, and the yellow leaves on the treetops dance gracefully with their companions and slowly fall to the ground. Picking up a fallen leaf, the texture of life is passed along the fingertips, and the clear texture tells the vicissitudes of time. Looking at the falling leaves, feeling the desolation carried by the wind, there is a boundless bitterness from the sky that runs through my heart. The heart is just a place for passers-by to pass by. Some people come, and some people leave. When you stop and go, the heart has a load. It is no longer afraid of an excessive load. Some people have walked into it. I looked in my mind and saw the powerful load and the noisy voices. Some spoke deeply, some cried secretly, some complained loudly, some were silent, and even smiled with a hint of contempt. , all kinds of life, but it resides in one person's heart, and the owner of this heart is actually holding a cup of tea, pretending to be calm, looking at these many scenery like admiring a beautiful picture. It turns out that a person's heart can also be lively and impressive.

Late at night, the rain kept falling, and the old trees covered with wrinkles and cracks were shivering in the cold outside. Those once beautiful cannas must have been drooped by the rain. , even if there are water droplets rolling on the petals that are barely standing, they will fall into the soil and disappear silently if the wind blows gently. If the wind is stronger, I am afraid that the petals will be unable to struggle, and they will detach themselves from their mother branches and fall on the ground. On a cold night. Looking in the mirror, I looked at the smooth and evenly spaced eyebrows I drew, the slightly upturned lips painted with lipstick, the not stunning but well-modified facial features, and the high-temperature perm of chemical dyes. The dyed maroon wavy hair, desolation, reluctance and helplessness linger in my heart. Although my heart has the capacity to carry it, it is not afraid of excessive load, but the old face does not match my age. But it is an indisputable fact. Listening to the sound of autumn and thinking about the leaves falling one by one, it is a series of partings, but also the depletion and disappearance of life

It is still raining in the second half of the autumn night, and there is nothing but night walks outside the window. There was only a dark blue sky left, and it seemed a bit cold. I took out a thicker piece of clothing to keep out the cold, but I thought that during the day I was still wearing Korean-style clothes with nine-point low-waist jeans, and avant-garde thick-soled casual shoes, trying to coordinate Wearing clothes with cartoon patterns and modern appearance, I can't hide my lonely heart at this moment. Ouyang Xiu's "Ode to the Sound of Autumn" is full of sadness and sorrow, and a sense of sadness and desolation lingers in my mind. Go, Fan Zhongyan's "blue sky, yellow leaves on the ground, autumn colors in waves, cold smoke and green on the waves" made me sad

. In Wang Shifu's "The Romance of the West Chamber", "Farewell at the Changting Pavilion" was changed to "Blue sky, yellow flowers, strong west wind, and wild geese flying from the north to the south.

Who will be drunk in the forest at dawn? "I always shed tears when I leave", which makes me even more confused and lost...