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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 coolness, and the taste, color, artistic conception and posture of autumn can never be fully satisfied, tasted and enjoyed. 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. Under a layer of rain, 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:

"Oh, it's cold-""This word is pronounced very high and dragged on for a long time. )

"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. Jujubes are like olives and pigeon eggs, showing light green and yellowish colors 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 golden day of the 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.

In August 1934, in Peiping.

Late reading autumn poems

After the rustling autumn rain, the weather gradually turned cold.

I know, it may be the last autumn rain this year. In the evening, the rapid raindrops are like swarms of wasps, and Qi Xin and Qi Xin work together to pounce on the window I just cleaned. It looked so flustered, as if there were thousands of birds chasing and pecking in the sky, so I mistook my home for a safe place and wanted to break the window and hide. There seems to be a kind of anger in the group, as if I had done something wrong to get back at them. At least, I got my desk wet, and the books and papers on it. ...

The spring rain is gentle and lingering. Careless and vague. Therefore, in Tang poetry and Song poetry, every "fine" word is used to describe and every tender flower is used as a foil. Such as "sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently"; Such as "the east wind blows rain as fine as dust"; For example, the sentence "It rains like crisp" ... I especially like the sentence "Sometimes it rains for three or two days, and there are ten branches and five branches everywhere" written by Li Shanfu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, which describes the tenderness and lingering of the spring rain to the point of being almost shy, and describes the scene where the first bud blooms into a new flower so full of spring, inadvertently making a group of people intoxicated with spring with simple words.

Yu Xia is the most affectionate. Just like a first-love woman who once made an oath with us, "emotion" is full of romance and willfulness. "Travel" is in the east, west, north and south. In the past June, July and August, I stepped on the thunder every time and brought a rainbow every time. When we think, it doesn't know where the clouds are swimming, so we expect to see a large cumulonimbus cloud falling from the sky; When we were rejoicing on a sunny day, it suddenly thundered and dark clouds covered the sky. Therefore, "the black wind blows the sea, and the rain rains over Jiang Lai in eastern Zhejiang". Shower is the usual way for summer rain to surprise us. It always seems to express its concern for us in this way. It never thought it was a hassle to do so. As a result, because we were unprepared, we were at a loss every time, surprised in our hearts and embarrassed in our faces. There are showers almost only in summer. If it rises impulsively and blindly, the thunder will go from far and near and last all night, and the rainstorm will not end. So "the dark clouds turn over the ink and don't cover the mountain, and the white rain jumps over the boat"; Therefore, "the hibiscus flowers on the moat are suddenly windy, and the vines on the wall are whipped by oblique rain", so we are bored to pray that the remaining rainbow can receive rain immediately and the sun will rise in the sky. Of course, there are times when summer rain comes gently. When it comes, it adds to the beauty of summer. However, see "thousands of miles of rice flowers should be beautiful, five vines and tung leaves are full of sound." When it comes quietly, it is almost always at dusk or night, as if it would rather come quietly than go quietly. If it is dusk, "the rain hangs on the wall and the wind on the water returns to the settled flowers"; Then the riverside is "the rain washes the sand, the sky is wide and the shore is fiber", and it is quite "a half-cloud tower". Look at "two ships broke the bridge in the rain". Then, in court, you can smell "lotus flowers are full of fragrance after the rain" and "frogs in the grass pond are everywhere"; You can feel that "the clothes on the wall are still wet" and "the summer wood is pleasant". Mountain village "Luohansong covered Huali Road, Canna fell into the rain by mistake".

If it comes at night, "the thunder outside the building is not flat" and "the grass is green in the rain". So the next morning, the rainbow disappeared in the rain, colorful clouds were everywhere, the morning glow was half a wisp, and the net was full of wind and rain all night, which made people want to say-

What a beautiful day!

Autumn rain is cold, and it is easy to put some unspeakable sadness into people's hearts. It seems that it actually exhausted the lingering spring rain, threw away several romantic and affectionate summer rains, covered the clear and jade-like soul of a rain, lingered in my heart and sighed bitterly. Who knows? It contains thousands of grievances and sorrows caused by a fruitless lover. He wants to say, if he wants to say, he can only cry blindly, crying ... to make elderly parents miss their children more; Make the wanderer particularly homesick; Reflect, repent and condemn the behavior that hurts women's hearts. ...

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly,

Is there frost already? .

Looking up, I found it was moonlight.

I sank again and suddenly remembered home.

One autumn rain and one cold turn ten autumn rains into cotton. In the bleak days of autumn wind and autumn rain, apart from sadness, people often become more sympathetic and caring for life and others, including themselves. Because it may be the next morning, the frost turned white and the rain turned into ice. So after a few days, "I saw the ridge like a cloud and the rocks like snow, which was shocking."

The autumn wind goes first, but I see "people are thin when the leaves fall and the west wind blows." Autumn wind is like the elder sister of autumn rain. Its journey is also in a hurry and its color is bright. Pulling the autumn rain, it seems to catch up with the winter before the "deep stream is not suitable for snow, and the mountains are frozen without clouds" and ask the world for an explanation of the autumn rain. Although the sadness of autumn rain is completely the characteristic of its rain soul, it is not the result of people's injustice or ingratitude for it.

When the autumn wind comes, "the vegetation is bleak and declining." Blow straight "only one leaf, I don't know how many autumn sounds"; Directly blowing "autumn is not far away, cold mountain"; Blow straight "how many violets depend on each other and hate each other, look back at the west wind for a while."

In the cold autumn, reading such poems makes people feel sorry for the flowers and trees, and blames the arrogance of the autumn wind. I hope I can't cover the sun with a bed instead of blocking the direct attack of autumn wind.

However, if you read more Tang poetry and Song poetry, it is not difficult to find good works with opposite artistic conception. For example, the Song Dynasty poet Yang Wanli's >:

Autumn wind is sad, but not inevitable.

Cold is lovely.

The green pools are all red,

Lotus leaves are still open with minimum money.

There is naturally no lotus pond near home, and autumn is rare. Close to seeing the scarlet color of the late-blooming lotus, how small the lotus leaves are exposed from underwater, and the green ones are still very eye-catching.

Walking one day, I thought of Yang Wanli's poems, so I squatted on the grass and caressed a piece of hay. Suddenly, I am really eager to see the grass with tender marks. It grows quietly and quietly!

Presumably, it was the early-maturing grass seed, so it instinctively took root and sprouted in the soil, racing against the solar terms to reflect the life form of plants.

Winter is coming. What's the point of planting a grass with tender stems and taro?

I can't help feeling sorry for them.

In the late autumn sunshine, the garden is illuminated by the last warmth of the solar terms. Just together, I suddenly feel something beautiful dancing in front of my eyes. Take a closer look, ah, it's a pair of small colored butterflies. They are not much smaller than moths. However, they are a pair of butterflies, not moths. The color is like a newly hatched chicken, and the color is green and yellow. There are dark textures and glaze blue spots on the wings.

When the garden is a "land of decline", it is calm and crisp in autumn. A pair of small butterflies, dancing in the warm sunshine in late autumn, kept dancing for a long time, up and down, dancing like the last companions. ...

I paused.

How can there be butterflies before winter?

Do they mistake the autumn temperature for the warmth of spring, just like those grasses, and they are born at an inopportune time?

They want to compete with integrity, and they also want to seize the last days and use dance to interpret their eternal love story. Moreover, we should try our best to enjoy the romance of butterfly's life in the opposite dance! … ..

I stared at them, and suddenly, I was moved.

"The autumn wind is the most nosy, and the red maple leaves are bald"-the sentimentality that people tend to show when the solar terms change, in the final analysis, proves how easy people are to be pessimistic! Although this pessimism is not necessarily man-made, compared with those grasses and Fluttershy, doesn't it often tell too much self-pity?

At this thought, the autumn sorrow in my heart suddenly melted, and a kind of optimism came into being. I am grateful for Yang Wanli's poems. Thanks to the delicate and impressionable grass and the beautiful Fluttershy, they made me understand that people's hearts should always be cared for by their own optimism! ……

Most of the rest are ancient prose, which is more difficult!

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Autumn in the ancient capital

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 coolness, and the taste, color, artistic conception and posture of autumn can never be fully satisfied, tasted and enjoyed. 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. Under a layer of rain, 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:

"Oh, it's cold-""This word is pronounced very high and dragged on for a long time. )

"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 golden day of the 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.

In August 1934, in Peiping.

Love in autumn

I don't know why, I always have a special attachment to autumn. I love the cool breeze in autumn, the leaves flying all over the sky like Huang Die in autumn wind, and the taste of autumn, which is fragrant, sweet and rewarding ... just like my love in autumn. ......

I often walk alone on the path in the forest, and autumn leaves fall from the trees to my head and shoulders. Gently, it seems that a beautiful butterfly stayed on me for a while and then flew away. A feeling of gain and loss fills my heart. Inadvertently picked up a piece and put it in front of your nose to smell it. There is a strange and ancient smell. It seems that it comes from the past rather than a tree. The yellow color of the leaf records its history, and the tiny wrinkles tell its past. Every leaf has its own memory. Whether it is bitter or sweet, only it can recall. ...

Occasionally, I saw a few trees bearing heavy fruits, and my heart was filled with a sense of joy. I like to shake the trunk, let it drop a few grains, pick it up and hold it in my hand. I feel heavy and know that it is hard to come by. Have the joy of harvest, and don't forget to look up. There are still a few leaves on the tree, swaying gently in the wind. Needless to guess, they must be singing for their own efforts and dancing for the fruits they bought with their lives. They know that they are going to end their lives and will be buried in the ground by the wind, but they have no regrets. Because they understand that fruit is the continuation of their lives, and next spring, a group of new "soldiers" will take over their posts and never stop. ...

Inadvertently, several small fruits fell and were blown forward on the ground by the wind. I can't bear to let them leave and run with them. Unconsciously, I ran up a hillside, stood at the top of the slope, and my skirt floated under the traction of the wind. I closed my eyes and felt the wonderful feeling that my hair was blown by the wind. I find that I like the cool breeze and the bleak and sweet taste in the wind. Standing for a long time, unwilling to leave, watching the sunset fall bit by bit, feeling the dusk coming slowly, sighing the brevity and fragility of this beautiful thing. ...

There are no stars, but I hear the whispers of the wind. Lying in an empty space, looking up at the sky, thinking of friends and family, tears fell inadvertently, but I heard the sound of distant waves brought to me by someone in the nearest place. It is blue and melancholy, but it is white, bright and happy. ...

Tired, close your eyes, eyes hazy, fuzzy, fell asleep. ...

A cold thing slipped from my face like a pearl. When I opened my eyes, I found a light rain floating in the sky. It is thin and soft, and seems a little sad. I slowly ran back to my residence with the beat of the rain-a warm, loving little room with everything I love most and everything that loves me. I sat on the soft sofa, drinking the prepared milk, drinking and waiting warmly.

Love in autumn ...

Ganqiu

Walking on a deserted road, watching the scenery on both sides alone, the tall poplar leaves have turned yellow, and the refreshing wind gently brushed the leaves, making a "crash" sound. And a few naughty elves jumped down. The bright sunshine is quietly written on the yellow leaves like golden water, jumping gently among the leaves floating in the wind like an elf, and jumping like a note in the rushing green melody. The wet road was covered with uneven puddles, and there was some rainwater that didn't evaporate. The breeze blew, and the water surface stirred tiny ripples, reflecting a piece of Ming Che sky as pure as blue glass paste and a few white clouds that people could not bear to destroy.

Pick up an unknown fallen leaf from the ground. The leaves with large palms are unusually clear, and the leaves with a little panic are slightly green. Leaves always seem soft and not fragile after rain. Looking at the fallen leaves in front of me, I thought of this sentence: even if it is destiny takes a hand, I will feel happy, because I fell down at the most beautiful moment, because I know I have tried. Autumn wind blows on my face, which hurts and destroys my red makeup. I died young and ruined my cherry blossoms. Autumn is a bleak season, but it has its own unique sadness.

I stood at the crossroads in a daze, and the fallen leaves danced wildly behind me. I heard them cry for the last time before landing.

Heartbeat, autumn is an aura season, in this season, even the wind is no longer messy.

We should learn to appreciate things that cannot last forever. At the moment when the leaves fell, I realized that the quicksand in our hands is always the most beautiful-because you can't see its eternity.

Lianqiu

I like autumn.

I went to Beijing in that golden October. I was wrapped in the beautiful fragrant hills in autumn. Maple leaves, like an elf in love, rotate in the glowing air, then rotate with love, and then gently fall into the lover's arms-what an enviable feeling of leisure!

Some people like spring because of its green and hope. But I don't, I don't like this vibrant season. In spring, everything grows and new life begins to twitch from here. But after a long fifteen years of growth, I realized the hardships of growing up-so tired!

I like autumn. I like her carefree, I like the relaxed feeling she brings me, and that's it. I like it a little superficial, but I like it.

But I understand that the growth of life is painful, and the growth of a person is also painful. But who can change all this? I don't like it, but I still have to do it. Only by doing this can we grow better. Only if you try your best can you grow-although you don't think so in your heart, although your bones are full of lazy cells. You still have to do this.

But in order to comfort the tortured soul, we had to look for a sustenance, and I found autumn.

Yes, autumn is such an intoxicating season. Although intoxication is superficial, I just like it.