Weather forecast of Yushu Castle Peak

Someone said, "Autumn is beautiful!" Especially looking for autumn.

Autumn is coming, the rice in the field is ripe, and the rice in Huang Chengcheng is like a big piece of gold. In the east, people come here with harvesters. They let every grain of rice into the warehouse.

In autumn in the Woods, the leaves of all kinds of trees are yellow and fall on the pond and the ground one by one. However, the pine tree still stands tall and motionless in the wind, and its leaves are still so green.

Autumn is in the garden. Chrysanthemums in the garden are in full bloom, including red, yellow, green, white and orange ... The petals of these chrysanthemums are like thin shredded radish. Some chrysanthemums have all their petals spread out, revealing bright yellow flower cores; Some chrysanthemums only spread two or three petals; There are chrysanthemums in bud, as if the petals are about to open.

In autumn, apples, oranges, bananas and other fruits in the orchard are all ripe. Uncles and aunts are holding baskets and picking fruits one by one. Those fruits that haven't been picked seem to say, "Pick us quickly! Those who want to buy fruit are waiting for us! "

Autumn is on people. People wear sweaters, vests, sweaters and so on.

Where is autumn? Autumn is in children's eyes. As long as we keep exploring and discovering, we will gain a lot of knowledge that is not available in books.

Autumn rain hit them in the face. Piles of dark gray clouds hold the earth low. It's already late autumn, all the trees in the endless forest are bare, and the old trees stand gloomy and brown moss covers its wrinkles. Ruthless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, and they had to wither and stand there bald.

Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is fresh as dew. The sky exudes soft light, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to listen to the soaring songs of larks, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wings of time. When it flies away, it will spread out for a while. So dusk.

The clear sky in late autumn is like an endless calm blue sea; Strong white light jumps in the air, just like microwaves on the sea; At the foot of the mountain, patches of sorghum are always swaying full heads, like fluctuating red water; However, the withered leaves painted the fields with withered colors.

What a beautiful autumn! Here, it is no longer scorched earth and ashes. It is a bustling place, and Qian Shan is covered with red carpets. Korean pine covered with elastic skins is still alive, standing proudly on the high rocks, whistling in the valley and flying slowly in the rice fields in vain.

When the steep west wind brushes the sky higher and higher; When the stranger's child looks at the last south flying goose; When the boundless grass on the vast field is swaying towards yellow-at this time, it is autumn, and it is the season for trees to lose their leaves.

Early summer is beautiful, which is another kind of beauty different from sunny spring. If the beauty of spring is in full bloom, then the beauty of early summer is in full bloom. What word should be used to sum up the scenery in early summer? "Green, fat, red and thin"? No, it's about flowers in late spring; "Deep green, thin red"-this is the difference! "Green" and "dark" describe the density of green; "Red" and "thin" show that the youth is fading, but it is not unique. Where is it? I looked everywhere. Ah, I found it. Aren't there some small red flowers in the wild rose bushes by the ditch? However, red is very pale and almost lonely, especially against the thick green around it, which is even more "the flowers are late". Look at green again, but it is layered, endless, green, green, green, green, green, as if the whole sky has been dyed green.

Early summer in Chen Yifan

The wheat in the field unconsciously changed from blue to yellow, changing vilen's face. The wind blows with a slight warmth, and the cuckoo calls from time to time, telling us that "spring has passed" but the season of early summer and April.

Shen Congwen's disappointment

Spring has gone with the fallen flowers, and summer is covered with green leaves and jumping in the warm wind. ..... The leaves of poplar trees in the street are moving with a layer of green light in the sun, and a layer of white gas like fog hangs around the blue sky upstairs; This layer of green light and white gas makes people feel very happy, but it is a bit dry.

Lao She's Two Horses

In the early summer morning, Tung Chung Village was shrouded in a mist. The sun didn't come out, and the warm wind blowing from the Pearl River was wet and cool. Kapok is in bloom, peach blossom is in bloom, snow bean curd and cauliflower of various colors are in bloom. The flat fields outside Tung Chung Village, the soft rice seedlings that are about to drip, and the green banana leaves swaying in the wind are doing business.

Chen Canyun's Four Seasons

In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom: red, purple, pink and yellow, like gorgeous spots embroidered on green carpets; Swarms of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around with difficulty. ...

Cong Weixi's A Rose for the Doctor

In the past, the dates of our summer vacation trips were one year apart, then one month apart and one day apart. Nothing can change, stop or rush time. It finally brings the solstice of June and summer and the beginning of our journey. Now we turn to the west. We will leave Maine and Baishan, which are full of forests, behind with their old-fashioned elegance. We are crossing the northern part of Vermont, and rice eaters jump from the sandy lawn dotted with Jin Fenghua and wild swallows in the sun.

Early summer sap flows around us, among weeds and herbs, among bushes and tall trees. The juice passes through tens of thousands of miles of tiny channels around leaves and stems. In our imagination, we try our best to imagine what a big lake and what a great river all this will create.

(America) Wen Wei Till's Summer Travel.

middle of summer

This is a turning point in the summer of the year. At that time, this year's harvest has been determined, and people have begun to consider planting in the coming year, and they are about to mow the grass. At that time, ryegrass had ears. Although the ears were not full, they were still light, and a bright green wheat wave fluctuated in the wind. At that time, green oats, together with clusters of yellow grass scattered everywhere, stretched irregularly in the fields planted late; At that time, the buckwheat planted early had sprouted and covered the ground; At that time, the fallow land that had been trampled as hard as a stone by livestock had been plowed by half, leaving only the path that had not been plowed; At that time, the dry dunghill piled in the ground smelled of Spiraea at sunset; On the lowlands, the grassland by the river stretches like the sea, waiting for the sickle. Rumex stumps can be found everywhere on the grassland.

Anna karenin by lev tolstoy.

high summer

Wan Li is clear, Wan Li is cloudless, and the sun is roasting the earth; A south wind blew, and a heat wave rolled up from the ground, which was suffocating. Weeds can't resist the sun exposure, and the leaves are rolled into thin strips. Whenever in the afternoon, people always feel tired easily, just like just waking up, feeling groggy and unwilling to move. Even the birds in the Woods are resting in the trees with their mouths open, and they are too lazy to fly out for food.

Jin Jingmai's Song of Ouyang Hai

The midsummer sun shines on the head of Shinxiong's Hanguguan, and the fish on the roof and the phoenix rising in Ran Ran on the closed hole seem to be breathing.

There are several poplars outside the pass, and the dense leaves have turned into white-hot brilliance in the air. Countless cicadas are screaming wearily.

On the burning earth, there is only one shadow under these poplars.

Guo Moruo's history under the entry barrier

The eucalyptus leaves are swaying, the mature rice fields are golden, and occasionally there is a taro field, which is as green as a drop of oil; A few lychees appear on the roadside from time to time, and the heavy fruits gradually turn red in the cicada sound. What a colorful midsummer picture!

Qin Mu's Gambling.

The scorching sun in August is like a fire umbrella. At noon, the sky is dazzling, like a big hot white iron plate. The twigs of weeping willows on the roadside are motionless, the shadows of trees shrink into a ball, and the leaves covered with dust roll painfully. The asphalt pavement has also been softened by the sun. Looking into the distance, there seems to be a transparent steam rising on the quiet and deserted road.

Wang Xinji's Soul Return

On a road on the west side of Shoushan Mountain, there is nothing disturbing at this time. Although the fiery red sun has not yet come directly, the sand on the road seems to be shining; It's steaming, it's in the air, and the power of summer is everywhere. Many dogs stick out their tongues, and even crows in trees pant with their mouths open-but there are exceptions. In the distance, there was a faint sound of two copper lamps colliding, which reminded people of sour plum soup. It felt chilly, but the lazy and monotonous metallic sound interspersed, making the silence more profound.

Lu Xun's "Showing the Public"

Summer weather, fiery sunshine, sweeping away crystal dew in the morning, ruling the universe until after dusk, what a heavy and boring time! Under this oppression, people seem to lose their active vitality lazily, especially in the afternoon, which is even more terrible; The pebbles lying on the road emit tireless sounds and scorching heat. At this time, in that small garden, Phalaenopsis hung her head drunk and lit red roses; It is all because of the terrible light and heat that they are exhausted, but only the gold and silver vines hidden in the leafy vines bloom very luxuriantly. When the sultry Xia Feng passes by, it will blow those strong medicinal incense into the open door facing the courtyard.

Lu Yin's ivory ring

This summer, the weather is particularly hot. Although Xiling township is a mountainous township, it is sultry during the day. You're naked and wearing only shorts, and you're still sweating. It was not until sunset in the evening that the wind blew from the northern dry mountain. The wind was cold and smelled of wormwood and turpentine.

Ren Dalin's Cricket

It hasn't rained a drop for two weeks; The milky light fog permeates the air and hangs over the trees in the distance; From there, it smells like burning. Many dark clouds float leisurely in the blue sky and climb slowly; The strong dry wind keeps blowing, but it can't keep away the summer heat.

Turgenev's aristocratic home (Russia)

July has passed, followed by "Xia Yue". It seems natural to see the lovers in the Tabri factory so enthusiastic and especially want to compete with them. The air in this place, which used to be very fresh in spring and early summer, has become stagnant and sleepy. Strong breathing always presses on them; At noon, the whole earth seems to have fainted. The higher slopes on the grassland are all yellowed by the scorching sun like Ethiopia, but the water plants here still have a bright green grass color.

Hardy's Tess of the D 'Urbervilles

Late summer

The sun shone through the dense leaves of elm trees and cast shadows on the ground. The south wind in late summer and early autumn brought the new fragrance of wheat and wormwood. Late summer and early autumn in northern Manchuria are beautiful seasons and the best days of the year. The weather is neither too cold nor too hot, and there is still some cyan in the field, so people are not too busy.

Zhou Libo's storm

As soon as the storm stopped, Huang Chen rested on the ground. Yellow Shagangzi, like a dead dragon, lies on the grassland. In late summer, the sun emerged from behind a thin cloud like bluestone, like throwing countless fireballs from the air, and rolled down on the grassland, almost burning everything on the grassland. Willow trees by the river, hanging leaves, and wild chrysanthemums with low heads just in full bloom also wrinkle their petals and shrink under the green grass. It's so hot that people can hardly breathe.

Shagangzi seems to be angry. On the sand slope, the young shepherd climbed up alone. He climbed for a while, sat up to catch his breath and continued to climb. He climbed to the top of the sand dune barefoot on the hot beach. The sand he stepped on was like a trickle of river water, making a low "scattering" sound and flowing down the hillside.

Ulan Bagan's The Fire of Starting a prairie fire

Summer in Jiangnan

The scenery along the road is really good. The midsummer in the south of the Yangtze River was once a paradise on earth. There is no barren land along the way, only green rice, green trees and green mulberry trees. Occasionally, I saw some ponds with thick lotus leaves and tiny rhombic leaves floating on the water.

Birds in Zheng Zhenduo

Summer in the wild in the north

In early summer, Yuan Ye in the northern countryside is active and beautiful. White clouds are slowly floating in the sky, and farmers in twos and threes are working hard on the vast land. Gentle willows hang on the quiet river. The urchin by the river broke the silence by the river: "Look! Look! Loach! This little toad! " In the morning when flowers are in full bloom, shouts and laughter are floating, which makes people deeply feel the happiness of summer.

Yang Mo's Song of Youth

When the sparrow with wings cries the sweetness of every day in the countryside, it calls its longing for black land golden yellow and undulating waves. One of the most attractive seasons for farmers has matured from sickles and red tassels, from those bronzed pectoralis major muscles, biceps brachii and slightly drunk smiles!

May is the Year of Mang. ...

Yimeng Mountain Water in Ren Zhiyi

Summer in the city

Summer in the north is really hot! The leaves are white and the asphalt road is soft, like syrup. All the old ladies selling popsicles in carts have been sold out. Outside a restaurant, several workers with open arms and sweating profusely were drinking beer cans like horses. It seems that all the sweat has evaporated from this beer ...

Xiao Fuxing's It Happened in a Hot Summer.

Summer scenery in villages and towns

How happy and lively summer is!

The climate has stripped us of our shirts and pants, wearing only sports vests and shorts forks, stretching our arms and kicking, running and chasing, not to mention how relaxed it is. You can go fishing, touch crabs and stick cicadas during the day. If you want to swim, you can jump into the river at any time, splash water on the river, have a water fight, open your eyes and play hide-and-seek ... Oh, the cool river can make you forget everything in the world.

If you walk out of town and into the fields, the night is also charming. The moon is in the sky and the frog drum is on the ground. You can take photos of Huang Huang in rice fields and catch birds in bamboo forests. The most interesting thing is catching fireflies-what a wonderful sight! In the dim night, a green light flew quietly through the grass by the stream. This lamp went out and that lamp came on again. Look around, flashing, wandering, smart. ...

Liu Jianping's The Twinkling Firefly

Summer in the mountains

Summer is coming, and Qingshan looks the same every day. After exposure to the hot sun and sudden rain, plants and trees grow up quickly and turn green and black. At this time, the mountains are covered with green tents, and wolves, bobcats and rabbits move in them, just like fish swimming in the ocean.

Feng Deying's "Kucaihua"

Hangzhou xiari

In hot summer, I came to Hangzhou again. Hangzhou at this time, like the ever-changing mule girl in the Lama Temple, has put away the meekness of spring and become very powerful. Hot air is like a flowing flame, rushing in the street. The cool West Lake has become a pot of boiling water, steaming people.

Lin Yao's reverie by Qi Mingchang.

Snow-capped mountains and ice lakes in early summer

It is ideal to ride a good horse on the snowy mountain in early summer. At this time, the summer is coming, and the snow on the mountain has melted. On the hillside covered by snow for more than half a year, there is a belt-shaped path. The blue sky is as clear as a green lake because it is rarely rendered by dust. From a distance, the white main peak of Bogda gives people a magnificent feeling. The wind is blowing, and the snow on the mountain is dancing, as if the blue sky flies over a piece of ivory gauze, and as if the fog gauze covers the earth in the early morning of spring. ...

There are cliffs, steep walls, fountains and grasslands, but what is even weirder is the sparkling ice lake. The bottom of the lake is blue, and the reflection of distant mountains floats on the lake. In the evening when the sunshine is exhausted in summer, you set up a tent on the grass by the lake, raise a bonfire, look at the stars in the ice lake of Ming Che, and look at the snow-capped mountains dyed red by the bonfire, and forget the heat of summer, as if you were in a mythical world.

Zhang's Snow Mountain Scenery

Summer in the Great Northern Wilderness

In July, in the Great Northern Wilderness, the weather was fine and the breeze was Xu Lai, which hit people's skirts. The dense grass is full of colorful flowers, giving off a charming fragrance. Pink cosmos, bright red wild lilies and slender lilies, like velvet brocade, decorate this boundless land. Bees, butterflies and dragonflies fly with colorful wings. Pheasants, ducks, egrets and waterfowl jump happily in the low humidity swamp, and muntjac and roe deer run around on the high slope. It turns out that the owners of the Great Northern Wilderness, those black bears, wild boars, wolves and foxes ... are unwilling to retreat to remote areas, and they are attached to the vast Shan Ye and grasslands, and often sneak into the fields to look for food and infringe on their new owners. In Woye, it looks calm on the surface, and all creatures are struggling for their own growth and survival. Surrounded by this beautiful world, the scenery of the farm is even more spectacular. Corn is green, wheat is yellow, tractors and combine harvesters painted with bright red paint are like ships, galloping in the golden ocean, chopping wheat waves and rolling forward. When they passed a line, a piece of black land was exposed. Pyramid-like haystacks were arranged in piles on the land, and the sun shone on it, shining with dazzling golden light.

Ding Ling's Du Wanxiang

drought

197 1 in summer, Pangu Mountain experienced forty days of drought.

No wind, no rain, scorching sun, scorching summer. The "55 km" small stare blankly field located in the valley is extremely hot. The towering mountains and the forest above them form a barrier around the independent houses. Air burns with the sun. Trees hang down their long arms feebly; Paraquat yellow, crawling on hot soil and stones, waiting for this early death; Day lily, daisy, mother-in-law, broom and Bai Mudan root all withered in the state of budding. The sun couldn't tolerate their Zhan Yan smile, so they turned to dust and left this world without opening their eyes. The scrawny plum blossom, black Tian Tian and Du Shi persimmon, withered mountain Queena Ding, red Alpine and Yamanashi left their mother prematurely and fell under her roots ... The world here temporarily stopped moving forward, and everything was at a standstill. Occasionally, a roar from Luming Literature broke through this heavy silence, with a long ending, which contained the fear of death and the hardships of life.

This is a burning world.

Even the Kur River is intellectually thin. In the middle of the river bed, the water as thin as gossamer is slowly moaning, hoping to continue the hopeless life.

Liu's Music Family

This is a dry summer. The water in the Don River opposite the village has become shallow. What used to be a torrent is now a shoal. When cows walk across the river bank, water even reaches their backs. Every night, the dreary summer heat blows from the mountain to the village, and the wind blows the fragrance of grass into the air. The sun-dried Chrysanthemum morifolium on the pasture is burning, and the sweet quinoa covers the banks of the Don River like an invisible tent. At night, the sky on the other side of the Don River is covered with dark clouds, and the thunder is dry and rumbling, but not a drop of rain falls on the land steamed by the hot air. The lightning keeps beating and divides the sky into many sharp blue fragments.

Owls howl in the bell tower every night. Horrible cries spread throughout the village, and owls flew from the clock tower to the graveyard trampled by calves and hummed on the top of the brown grave covered with weeds.