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With the feeling of spring breeze, the momentum of summer rain and the spirit of autumn leaves, winter-here we come again.

Winter gives them their own personality, so the wind is blowing hard, the snow is dancing, and the land is freezing-

The water is thin and the mountains are cold, and the sky is far away, which is naturally elegant and simple;

The vigorous cold wind is like a big broom, sweeping away the evil flies, mosquitoes and poisonous insects, and sweeping away the barnyard grass poisonous vines that breed evil; Turbid water shrinks the body, and garbage converges the stench;

Then, the large and small snowflakes that came and went suddenly wrapped the earth in silver and dressed it in white;

When it doesn't snow, the vast sky is high in the clear sky, and the empty land reveals Huang Chengcheng's sincerity;

2. Early winter months

Guohua Chen

Autumn is still strong, and it is early winter in a blink of an eye. The moon walks into the winter night sky with the temperature of autumn.

It gets dark early. After dinner, I went back to the dormitory in the dark. After crossing the hill, I suddenly saw the bright orange early winter moon on the southwest hillside, hanging down completely, huge and fresh, and a beautiful and cordial feeling rose from my heart. In the night, the dark peaks are scattered, the horizon is everywhere, and a ridge crosses the sky to meet the sunset glow; On the edge of faded Yu Xia, the cut image of the mountain is a faint ink painting, while the outline near the mountain is like a heavy ink painting; In the southwest exit direction of the hillside, the mountain is rapidly open and the peaks are undulating, like a black wave, magnificent in the harmonious moonlight; The moonlight over the hillside under the moon and the nearby mountains and rivers give people a good feeling, and this month is designed for this purpose. The moonlight and mountains are so beautiful! Looking at the bright moon, I seem to forget my existence, leaving only a ray of beautiful feelings, which emerged in this moonlight.

Wandering in the moonlight, a person has to think about what he is worried about or even worried about during the day. At this moment, he has forgotten everything, while some people will remember clearly what he has no time to take care of or even forget during the day. This beautiful moonlight will make the treasure deep in my heart bloom, and even the pain will become beautiful. But this moonlight is more to make me carefree, relax physically and mentally, and make my breathing slightly even and imperceptible. I am like a fish swimming in clear water, stealing happiness, floating in the moonlight, sucking the moonlight, absorbing the light, or stopping or wandering, intoxicated by it.

Orange moon, orange light, orange light, floating with light frost. In the empty night sky, I feel as if the moonlight is leaking, the rhythm of the moonlight, and the interdependence between human emotions and moonlight fluctuations. In this soft moonlight, as long as you concentrate on one emotion, it seems that you can hear the beautiful song "Butterfly Lovers" and see the elegant and dreamy "Swan Lake" ... Have these works also experienced the birth of moonlight, and the author's inspiration has been nourished and watered by moonlight? Otherwise, how can these beautiful things be restored in this moonlight?

3. Winter in Jinan

For a person who is used to living in Beiping, it is a miracle that it doesn't blow in winter. There is no wind in winter in Jinan. For a person who has just returned from London, it is strange that I can't see the sun in winter; Jinan is sunny in winter. Naturally, in tropical places, the sun is always so poisonous, so loud and a little scary. However, in winter in the north of China, Jinan is really a treasure house with warm and sunny weather.

If there is only sunshine, it is not surprising. Please close your eyes and think about it: an ancient city with mountains and water is basking in the sun, sleeping warmly and comfortably, just waiting for the spring breeze to wake them up. Is this an ideal realm? The mountain completely surrounds Jinan, except for the lack of some food in the north. This circle of hills is particularly lovely in winter, as if Jinan were put in a small cradle. They whispered, "Don't worry, it will be warm here." Really, people in Jinan laugh in winter. As soon as they saw those hills, they felt that they had landed and leaned over. When they saw the mountains from the sky, they unconsciously thought, "Tomorrow may be spring, right? With such warmth, the grass may turn green tonight? " Even this fantasy can't be realized for a while, and they don't worry, because there is such a charity winter, what else do they want!

Best of all, it snowed a little. You see, the dwarf pine on the mountain is getting darker and darker, and there is a bun of white flowers on the top of the tree, like a Japanese wet nurse. The top of the mountain is all white, and there is a silver edge on the blue sky. On the hillside, there is thick snow in some places, and grass color is still exposed in some places; In this way, one is white, the other is dark yellow, and the mountain is covered with a floral dress with water patterns; Looking at it, this floral dress seems to be blown by the wind, which makes you want to see more beautiful goatskin. When the sun goes down, the yellowish sunshine is obliquely sprinkled on the hillside, and the Bo Xue seems to suddenly blush with shame, showing a little pink. It's just a light snow. Jinan can't stand heavy snow. Those hills are so fragile!

Ancient Jinan, the city is so narrow and spacious. There are some small villages lying on the hillside, and there is some snow on the roofs of the small villages. Yes, this is a small ink painting, probably painted by a famous painter in the Tang Dynasty.

What about water? It did not freeze, but steamed on the green duckweed. Seaweed is really green, and all the green stored all the year round is taken out. The clearer the sky, the greener the algae. With these green spirits, the water can't bear to freeze, and those skilled weeping willows have to take a picture in the water! Look, slowly rising from the clear river, the sky, mid-air and sky are so clear and blue from top to bottom, and the whole is an ethereal blue crystal. In this crystal, there are red roofs and yellow grass hills, like small gray shadows of flowers on the carpet;

This is Jinan in winter.

4. Winter

Zhu ziqing

Speaking of winter, I suddenly think of tofu. It's a "small ocean pot" (aluminum pot) for cooking tofu. It's hot. The water is rolling, like the eyes of many fish, and there is still a small piece of tofu in it, which is tender and smooth, like a white fox coat that is worn backwards. The pot is on the "foreign stove" (kerosene does not blow the stove), and the stove is blackened, which shows the whiteness of tofu. It's night now, and the house is very old, although

The "foreign light" is on, but it is still dark. Sitting around the table are my father and our three brothers. The "foreign stove" is too high. My father often has to stand up, squint slightly, reach into chopsticks from the dense heat, pick up tofu and put it into our pickles one by one. Sometimes we do it ourselves, but the stove is too high, and we always enjoy it. This is not eating, just playing. Father said it was cold at night, so everyone would be warmer after eating. We all like this kind of white water tofu; As soon as I served, I looked at the pot eagerly, waiting for the hot air, waiting for the tofu that fell from my father's chopsticks in the hot air.

It is winter again. I remember it was on the night of November 16th of the lunar calendar. Mr. S and Mr. P and I were boating in the West Lake. Mr s has just arrived in Hangzhou to teach. He wrote in advance and said, "No matter winter, we will visit the West Lake." The moonlight that night was really good, and now it still shines on me. It turned out that the night before was the "first of the month"; Maybe the moon in November is really special. It's past nine o'clock, and it seems that we are the only rowers on the lake. The wind is a little strong, and the moonlight sheds soft water waves; Just then, the line reflected light, like new silver. There are only faint shadows left on the mountains on the lake. Occasionally there are one or two lights under the mountain. S Jun Kouzhan has two poems: "A few stars shine on the fishing village, and the ink is light and the distance is light." We don't talk much, only the sound of oars is even. I gradually fell asleep. P jun

"Hello", I just raised my eyelids and saw him smiling. The boatman asked him if he wanted to go to Jingsi Temple. Today is Amitabha's birthday, and it's quite lively there. When I arrived at the temple, the temple was brightly lit and full of the voice of Buddha chanting, as if waking up a dream. This was more than ten years ago, and Mr. S often wrote to each other. Mr. p heard that it has been transferred several times. The year before last, he received a special tax from a special tax bureau, and never heard from him again. After a winter in Taizhou, there are four people in my family. Taizhou is a mountain city, which can be said to be in a mountain valley. Only one, two.

The long street in the village. On other roads, almost no one can be seen during the day; It is dark at night. Occasionally, someone's window reveals a little light, and pedestrians hold torches; But that's very few. We live at the foot of the mountain. Some are the wind in the pine forest on the mountain and the shadows of birds in the sky. I went in late summer and left in early spring, but it seems that I have been living in winter; But it's not cold even in winter. We live upstairs, and the study faces the road; You can clearly hear someone talking on the road. But because of walking

There are too few people, and sometimes there is sound. It sounds like the wind in the distance, but it's actually outside the window. As strangers, we often just sit at home besides going to school. My wife is used to that kind of loneliness, too, and only stays with our father. Although it is always winter outside, it is always spring at home. Once I went to the street, when I came back, the wide window of the kitchen downstairs was open, next to their mother and son; Three faces smiled at me with innocent smiles. It seems that Taizhou is empty, only the four of us; The sky is empty, and there are only four of us. It was the tenth year of the Republic of China, and my wife had just come out of the house, and now she is dead.

Four years later, I still remember the shadow of her smile.

No matter how cold, windy and snowy it is, it always warms my heart when I think about it.

5. Fall in love with a scenic spot. Although it is not in a famous scenic spot, the scenery there is unforgettable.

I like to go there in late spring and early summer, because the altitude there is higher, and June is the season when mountain flowers bloom. As the saying goes, the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom in April. The mountain stream flows slowly, and there are green grass everywhere on both sides, like covered pine trees and wild flowers. This is the world of Malanhua, and clusters of blue butterflies stand at the tip of the grass.

Low shrubs grow on the hillside. During the flowering period, white, pink and yellow hills spread far away like mist. On the mountain road, there are often wild peonies sticking their heads out and opening a few gorgeous flowers. There are many honey flowers here. Beekeepers' tents were set up everywhere in the ravine and beside the stream. The hive is scattered, and the dark bees are buzzing and hovering over the hive, which is daunting.

When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, the forest is greener every day. In a valley around the corner, it is covered with lush vegetation. The sunshine jumps on the flowers like a dancer on tiptoe, and the flowers get excited. With the help of the wind, they sway with the rhythm of the sun, so the brilliance of the sun and the brilliance of the flowers converge into a light belt. From time to time, a few butterfly birds fly around and the valley becomes confused.

What I like best are several springs in the grass, flowing carefully, flowing out of the grass slope full of wild flowers and merging into the mountain stream. Every time I go, I always bring back a few bottles of water, and the tea brewed in the mountain spring is even more mellow.

Concerned about this, I can't help mentioning it in front of my friends. I didn't want to arouse their interest, so one summer afternoon, a group of people drove here. Unexpectedly, there was a rainstorm just the day before, and the stream just receded after soaring, and the water surface was turbid, while the spring water was still clear. When summer comes, the prosperity recedes, but the trees in the mountains are getting greener. The children ran to the stream cheering and jumped into the water without taking off their shoes, while the adults stood by in frustration. After a while, they called the child back, but maybe the scenery here is just passing by.

The same scenery, in the eyes of different people, can see different scenery. Feel with your heart and discover with your eyes, and you will have more mood to see the scenery. It should be a unique scenery!

6. Beautiful four seasons Autumn scenery is the most beautiful.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, with four distinct seasons, are the most beautiful scenery endowed by nature. Flowers are fragrant in spring, sunny in summer, Ye Er in autumn and snow and frost in winter; Spring is prosperous, summer is lush, autumn is gorgeous and winter is pure; Spring is vigorous, summer is noisy, autumn is lofty and winter is quiet; There are flowers in spring, moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. American famous sentences describing the four seasons, just like the changing seasons, have their own aesthetic feeling and charm. Everything the elder said is ready. In my mind, autumn scenery is the most beautiful of the four seasons.

Everything is complacent in the wait and see. The so-called poetic style is nothing more than natural beauty in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Only those who know how to appreciate can appreciate its beauty. Autumn scenery is the most poetic. Lush trees, blooming flowers and thick grass. Lush plants and beautiful scenery are the beautiful world endowed by nature. It's really intoxicating and haunting. Birds in the forest, butterflies in the flowers and dragonflies on the grass represent the songs of life. Listening to cicadas in the forest, enjoying lotus flowers in Chi Pan and boating on the lake are the best enjoyment. There is a cool autumn wind blowing head-on, and it feels so comfortable and amazing. The starry autumn night, the bright moon, the bright starry sky and the breeze bring people a lot of reverie and fantasy, which can't help but make people feel deeply moved. How many beautiful scrolls are painted by how many painters, and how many touching poems are written by how many literati and poets. It's really picturesque and fascinating.

The scenery in autumn is beautiful, charming and colorful. Autumn is the harvest season, which brings people the joy of harvest. Everything is mature, fruitful, beaming and happy in my heart. Round orange persimmons hang on trees; Golden pear fruit, covered with branches. Snow-white cotton is like a sea of clouds, yellow corn is piled in the yard, bright red peppers are hung in front of the window, and crisp red dates are hung on the trees. The sun is shining, the breeze is blowing gently, the mountains are everywhere, and the land is autumn scenery. Can such a beautiful autumn be beautiful? The beauty of autumn scenery can be appreciated not only with eyes, but also with ears. You can also chew with your mouth and feel with your heart. Otherwise, people say "spring flowers and autumn fruits"?

The beauty of autumn scenery is a bleak beauty. Autumn is the season when the autumn wind is bleak, all trees fall leaves and all flowers wither. "An autumn leaf, a little banana and a little sorrow". The word "autumn" plus "heart" becomes "sorrow". Therefore, autumn is always nostalgic and full of melancholy. Liu Yuxi, a great writer in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem: "When the autumn wind comes, the geese will be sent in the rustling, and the lonely guests will smell it first in the morning." In the classic Dream of Red Mansions, there is also a saying that "autumn window is endless, and autumn rain can help desolation". The fruit has experienced wind and rain, showed its true colors, fulfilled its mission, brought joy to people, but dedicated itself. The leaves are yellow and the maple leaves are red, which looks good, but the autumn wind blows slightly, and the leaves pile up and become fertilizer to nourish the roots; Flowers also bloom brilliantly at the last moment, releasing beauty. Wait for it to wither together, wither together. For flowers, as long as they can bloom, even for a short moment, they will not live up to this life. In fact, isn't it the same in a person's life?

The world is not perfect. Whether it is flowers in spring, fruits in summer, fruits in autumn or grass in winter. Their growth is not smooth sailing, and there are always shortcomings of one kind or another. But they all worked hard, struggled, persisted and flourished. Although bleak, it is beautiful. I have always liked Tagore's poem, "Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves." I appreciate the saying, "Even the last sunset at dusk will shine brilliantly. It is the last struggle unwilling to degenerate and sink, and it is also a pursuit of active love for the supreme life. It doesn't care that it will be covered by green hills in the end. Perhaps this is what nature wants to tell people about life. "

Autumn scenery is the most beautiful of the four seasons. It not only brings people beautiful enjoyment, but also brings people wonderful feelings. Friend, are you right?

7. Autumn in the ancient capital

Author: Yu Dafu

Autumn, no matter where, 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 cool. The taste, color, artistic conception and posture of autumn are always insufficient, lacking in taste and enjoyment. 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. It rained a layer, the clouds gradually rolled to the west, the sky turned blue again, and the sun appeared again; Wearing thick green shirts or jackets, idle people in the city bite their pipes and walk up and stand under the bridge in the shadow of the oblique bridge after the rain. When they meet acquaintances, they will use a slow tone and say with a sigh:

"Well, it's really cold-"

"Isn't it? A layer of autumn rain is cold! "

Northerners always read array characters like layers of words, which are 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 Thanksgiving in a 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.

8. Autumn night

In my backyard, you can see two trees outside the wall, one is jujube, and the other is jujube.

The night sky overhead is strange and high. I have never seen such a strange and high sky in my life. He seems to be leaving this world, so that people will never see his back again. But now it's blue, shining with dozens of stars' eyes and cold. He laughed off his quarrel as if he thought it was meaningful and sprinkled countless frost on the wild flowers and plants in my garden.

I don't know what the real names of those flowers and plants are and what people call them. I remember a little pink flower. It is still in full bloom, but it is smaller. In the cold air at night, she timidly dreamed of the arrival of spring and autumn. She dreamed that the thin poet wiped tears on the last petal and told her that although autumn came, winter came and then spring came. Hu Die flies around, and bees are singing the songs of spring. She went on laughing, and though her face was red with cold, she still winced.

Jujube trees, they just lost all their leaves. In the past, one or two children came to beat the dates left by others, but now none of them are left, even the leaves have fallen off. He knows that after the autumn, there must be spring. He also knows that the dream of falling leaves is to go to Qiu Lai in spring. He lost almost all the leaves, leaving only qianzi. However, he took off the arc when the tree was full of fruits and lush foliage, and he was very comfortable. However, some branches are still low, protecting the skin injury he got from the tip of jujube, while the straightest and longest branches have been stabbing the strange and high sky silently like the subway, making the sky shine. Stabbed the full moon in the sky, making the moon pale with embarrassment.

The sky with ghost eyes is getting bluer and more uneasy, as if to leave this world and avoid jujube trees, leaving only the moon. However, the moon also sneaked to the east. And qianzi, who has nothing, is still silently stabbing the strange and high sky like a subway, bent on killing him, regardless of his various eyes.

Wow, a bad bird that swims at night flies by.

I suddenly heard laughter in the middle of the night and ate all over the floor. I don't seem to want to disturb the sleeping people, but the air around me should smile. In the middle of the night, there is no one else. I immediately recognized the voice in my mouth, and I was immediately driven away by laughter and returned to my room. The ribbon of the lamp was immediately turned over by me.

The rear window glass clanged, and many small flying insects bumped around. Soon after, a few came in, probably from a hole in the enough paper. I bumped into the glass lampshade as soon as I came in. One crashed into it from above, so I met a fire. I thought the fire was real. Two or three of them leaned against the paper cover of the lamp and gasped. The cover was just changed last night. It is made of snow-white paper, folded with wavy lines and painted with a scarlet gardenia in one corner.

When the scarlet gardenia is in full bloom, the jujube tree will dream of a pink flower, which will bend into an arc luxuriantly ... I heard the laughter in the middle of the night again; I quickly stopped thinking and looked at the little caterpillar wrapped in white paper, with a big head and a small tail, like a sunflower seed, only half a grain of wheat, and the color of the whole body was lovely and pitiful.

I yawned, lit a cigarette, exhaled smoke, and silently paid tribute to these green and exquisite heroes in front of the lamp.

1September, 924 15.