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The hot summer has just quietly passed away, and the cool autumn has quietly arrived. Accompanied by warm wind and light rain, Miss Qiu came to my hometown Shanshan. My hometown ushered in a windy and rainy autumn.

Among the four seasons, autumn is not as full of vitality as spring, not as enthusiastic as summer, and not as white as winter. What autumn has is only a faint dreamy atmosphere, which always gives people a quiet space. It is this silence that creates the unique charm of autumn.

Autumn in my hometown is happy. Under the baptism of words and time, the green field in midsummer changed from a beautifully dressed girl to a graceful young woman. The golden wind blows, the wheat waves roll, and they play in a charming manner, emitting an attractive fragrance. He showed his mature side to the farmers. At this time, the autumn is crisp, the deep blue sky seems to have been washed by rain, and the white clouds are teetering like a boat full of sails. The farmers are in a particularly good mood and busy harvesting! Although they are all tired and sweaty, they have to wait until the grain harvest to stop and laugh at the full barn. Autumn belongs to the farmers here, and autumn will always be countless joys in their hearts.

Autumn in my hometown is romantic. The green leaves in midsummer are now transformed from immature children into haggard old people by time. When their mission is over, they leave the mother body one by one, turn around in the air, roll a few times, and then land beautifully. The fallen leaves returned to their roots, and Ye Er returned to her mother's feet, turning into dust to moisten the soil, ending their short and full life. If a flaming maple leaf falls on your shoulder, please collect it, it is so pure and free and easy.

The bleak autumn wind, indeed, will bring people a chill oozing from the bones, but it will also bring people coolness. The sky is high and the clouds are light.

Nostalgia in autumn

The maple leaf broke free from the attachment of the branches and flew to the sky like a butterfly, striving to fly upwards and blooming the last beauty of life.

I looked up quietly and saw you hovering in the bright red sky, Li Houzhu.

I always feel that you are a person with autumn temperament, with the beauty of autumn moon, the coolness of autumn wind and the clearness of autumn water ... I feel that God has blessed you and given you peerless talent, immersed you in the obsession with poetry, and made your mind as naive as a child.

"Solitary sycamore deep courtyard lock clear autumn, cut constantly, also disorderly. It is parting, especially the general taste in my heart. " Your writing always carries the loneliness and sadness of autumn. Because in the eyes of the world, you are "doing nothing", but I have always regretted: "Being a poet is really unparalleled, and it is a pity to be a king." Selfishly speaking, I think you really should be a poet, not an emperor.

I often think, if you are really busy with the politics of Nantang as everyone hopes, will you still write so many eternal chapters? Will you still be you?

How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward, eastward, eastward. ...

With a cool breeze blowing, the sky became hazy, and it was raining, thin and dense, cold and clear.

I opened my umbrella and looked at the maple leaf. Under the attack of rain, bright red stands out. It struggled, struggled, trying to lean up.

In a trance, I saw you, Yi.

"Looking for it, it is cold and clear, and it is terrible." Over time, when people reach middle age, they feel more sad and lonely. You will spin all over the sky and turn your troubles into beauty.

Suddenly, I can't think of any words to describe you. Because for you, any description seems so empty and pale. I dare not say that I know you. In front of you, everyone looks shallow.

But I've always liked watching you look like Qiu Ju. I like your strength, appreciate your stubbornness, and feel sorry for your sadness.

"Three cups of two glasses of wine, how to beat him, night breeze nasty? The geese have passed, and sorrow comes from them. It is indeed an old acquaintance. " You see, how many senior officials are still drinking; You see, how many literati are still singing romantic songs; You see, how many women are still willing to be slaves ... but Yi An, you are not. You never go with the flow. You have your own ideals. Living in the wind, sleeping out, and being displaced from place to place have not changed your patriotism and sincerity.

However, the experience of broken mountains and rivers, national peril and the death of loved ones is not a sad word!

"Bang, bang, bang, bang", the rain is getting bigger and bigger, knocking out sad music on the umbrella. Maple leaves have been beaten by the rain, bright red in the mud, filled with mud, washed down by raindrops. It went on, fighting fearlessly.

Look down, I see you, Mr. Tao Qian.

Listening to the beautiful countryside, watching you make chrysanthemums drunk into tea.

I like you in "Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely"; I also like "I am over 50 years old, but I am poor." Every time I abuse my family, I wander around the west. Sex is just clumsy and has nothing to do with myself. " If you measure yourself, you will die vulgar, starve yourself and be ashamed of your children; I prefer "Jing Wei holds a small wood, can fill the sea, dance in the fields, and is always fierce." ...

The life of the floating lake fluctuates in the ups and downs. Different lives are like different forms of a cup of tea, and you, Mr. Tao Qian, are like chrysanthemum tea. Only people with a unique mind will discover your essence, walk quietly and lightly through every corner and keep yourself unique and clean. ...

In winter in dew month, the spring falls. I am very tired, and my heart is often idle. ...

The rain stopped.

The bright red was buried by many fallen leaves. Looking at the pile of red leaves, I can't find them. Perhaps "turning into spring mud to protect flowers more" is its best destination.

Put away your umbrella and look up inadvertently: Oh, the sun has appeared again.

It's an honor to be a tour guide.

Traveling is either traveling in the mountains or swimming in the water. Therefore, every time I travel back, I will always sigh: "Alas, the mountains are still like that, and the water is still like that." However, this trip to Kunming, Dalian and Lili always made me feel very happy, if not for other reasons, because of the tour guide sasha vujacic.

Sasha's surname is Sha, not Sha. It was she who suggested that we call her Sasha, which is more kind.

I don't know what criteria friends have to judge whether a tour guide is excellent or not. In my opinion, there must be three aspects: vision, hearing and feeling, and Sasha is just a beautiful tour guide in all three aspects.

I was very tired when I arrived at Kunming airport because of the air turbulence for more than two hours. When the plane slowly descended, I felt a sense of relief. Kunming, you are called Spring City and Flower City. Now that I have set foot on your land, you must give me a cool and comfortable feeling. Who knows, when I walked out of the cabin, I was confronted by a dazzling silver sun, which made me unable to open my eyes. When I set foot on the concrete floor of the airport, another hot air reached my heart from the soles of my feet. Disappointed, "this is the spring city, obviously it is midsummer afternoon." Heart, silently complaining; Feet, moving lazily; Eyes, scanning the distance, can't wait to meet the Kunming tour guide who greeted us early, board their tour bus and go to the hotel to sleep.

I saw it. A young woman stood at the crowded exit, holding a bunch of carnations with white background and red edge in one hand and a card with the words "Welcome to Zhuji Tour Group" in the other. I think this must be the Kunming tour guide who has come to meet us. She is wearing a white sweater, beige vest, black jeans and white canvas shoes. Such a dress, such a bunch of flowers, suddenly made me feel very tired, and immediately remembered the poem "Spring is not as good as spring".

Under the introduction of Zhuji tour guide, Kunming tour guide made friends with us one by one. At first glance, I stood by and carefully observed her every move. Every time she recognizes a person, she will send him a carnation; Whenever she sends carnations to members of our group, she will look at each other with a smile and say softly, "Hello, have a nice trip"! When she stood in front of me with a carnation and bowed to me, the big eyes embedded between her white face and Qi Mei's forehead hair were particularly bright and affectionate. In the transmission of this expression, I have realized that Kunming is the spring and the flower of this city.

If vision can only bring people beautiful guesses, then every sweet explanation I heard later made me admire her deeply. If nothing else, even the simple self-introduction shows the youthful vitality of the tour guide: "Hello, my name is Sha. You can call me Sha Dao or Sha Sha Sha, but I like everyone to call me Sha Sha, which makes me feel more intimate. Hey! " A prologue made the tired tourists laugh.

According to the itinerary, on the day we arrive in Kunming, we will take the tourist bus along the way and visit the landmark buildings here, Jinma Biji and Dongxi Temple Tower. As it's almost time to get off work, it's already rush hour on the street, and traffic jam in the urban area is the biggest headache for everyone, not to mention that we are tired distant tourists all the way. I don't know if sasha vujacic saw the expression on our faces, so he quickly cut into the explanation from the special certificate of urban traffic jam, saying that the traffic jam is because Kunming has been engaged in urban construction in recent years. He emphasized that through several years of urban construction, Kunming has become more and more prosperous, and the scenic spots and roads that everyone saw along the way were born in traffic jams again and again. Ha ha, don't say I don't know, it really works, everyone was relieved by sasha vujacic's clever explanation. Coupled with her stable and smooth sound quality, several people whispered excitedly: "Gee, this sound is really nice, really as nice as a radio."

Sasha vujacic has a glib tongue, makes sense, and is kind and interesting. On October 30th, 65438/kloc-0, we went to Lijiang from Dali. We have to take a bus for five hours along the way and get off to pee. As we all know, when traveling, peeing is called "singing". When we saw a place full of traffic and shops, we advised drivers to stop and "sing". There is a public toilet at the exit, but everyone has to pay 50 cents to get in. The people in the car joked that singing here was not cheap. "You have to pay 50 cents for a piece of music." Hearing the irony in everyone's humorous jokes, sasha vujacic picked up the receiver and explained. She explained that the toilets along the way were spontaneously built by several ethnic minorities, and the ethnic minorities here are relatively poor. In this way, they not only found a way out for their own lives, but also contributed to changing the dirty and smelly environment along the way. I still want you to give me some understanding.

Perhaps in order to try her best to save the tourists' good mood, she also told a story about peeing as "singing" during the tour. It is said that a local grandfather led his grandson to a relative's house for a wedding banquet. During the dinner, his little grandson clamored to go to the toilet to urinate. Grandpa taught his grandson not to pee casually at the wedding table, which was not elegant. "What can I say?" The little grandson asked grandpa. Grandpa told his grandson, "Just say you want to sing." Grandson nodded and remembered.

When he got home, the little grandson went to bed with his mother. In the middle of the night, the little grandson was anxious and clamored to get up and sing. The sleepy mother said to her son, you can sing if you want, but when everyone is asleep, you can sing softly in your mother's ear so as not to wake others. The son listened to his mother's words, and the mother really heard the "tinkling of spring". The story is not long, but it attracted a car full of laughter.

The trips to Kunming, Dali and Lijiang are not only scattered, but also far apart. It takes three to five hours by car every day, up to nine hours by car every day. I'm afraid it's a common problem for tourists to be afraid of taking the bus because it's boring. But this time, because of sasha vujacic's mobilization, we didn't feel this way. For me, there is no such feeling at all. Because, sasha vujacic is not only eloquent, affectionate and funny, but also has comprehensive knowledge in explanation, which can organically combine politics, folk, business and local. No matter how long the drive is, she always has endless words, and every sentence makes us feel fresh and useful. For example, on our way to visit the Stone Forest, she told us that we must look at the Stone Forest by thinking and imagining. On the contrary, it became what Guo Moruo said in a poem: "Look at the big stone from a distance and look at it closely. The stone is really big, really big. " Think about it, if she didn't use Guo Moruo's limerick properly, would her explanation make us laugh?

Writing here, my friends may ask me, do you think this tour guide is so young, so lively and so interesting, is it also "too light-boned"? No, not at all. She is not only affectionate, interesting and knowledgeable, but also sincere. She introduced us to the rules of shopping in ethnic minority areas, taught us how to buy things in scenic spots, and taught us how not to be cheated in entertainment places. In short, all aspects have been considerate of us. To tell the truth, I always think that sasha vujacic is a good tour guide with high quality.

"Colorful Yunnan" is a famous specialty store in Yunnan, and every tour guide will take his team to this store for a walk. Sasha vujacic also took us as usual. The difference is that along the way, she not only introduced us to the colorful Yunnan goods and quality, but also specifically explained how tourists can buy the most cost-effective and meaningful things. I think sasha vujacic is not only a good tour guide, but also a shrewd "housekeeper". What impressed me even more was that she told us bluntly in front of us why Yunnan tour guides would definitely take tourists to colorful Yunnan for shopping. It turns out that "Colorful Yunnan" is a tourist shopping center opened by the Yunnan provincial government. According to local regulations, every tour guide should bring tourists here to buy goods, and the store will record how many points the tourists bought, and each travel company will give the tour guide a bonus according to this score. Finally, she stressed that inviting everyone here is not her forced soliciting, but the measures taken by the government to expand tourism. I hope everyone will understand more. I am a person who doesn't want to take "goods back" when traveling. I was really touched by what she said. I made an exception and bought something worth more than 1000 yuan in this hypermarket to take home, which is a thank you for shopping. Because in her words and deeds, I saw the truth, goodness and beauty of the tour guide Sasha, and I should thank her.

Now, it has been several days since I came back from my trip, and the rustle of the journey still appears in my mind from time to time like a movie. Indeed, she is like a mellow wine, which makes people memorable and pleasant. I think it's written in front of me that "the water is not deep, and the dragon is the spirit;" The mountain is not high, the fairy is not famous ",is it to sum up by yourself, or to ask the poet to write down words or poems about tourism and state of mind philosophy?" What needs to be expressed is that the good mood in travel does not lie entirely in the beautiful scenery. If you have a good tour guide, you will definitely bring a good mood to the tourists. It can be said that I am very happy to be a tour guide. I wonder which poet can make me wish. I am looking forward to it!

Memories in my heart

The feeling of yesterday faded into a memory in my heart. ?

In the quiet afternoon, your face appears in your heart inadvertently, just like a breeze blowing through a quiet lake, only in the middle of the lake, rippling layer by layer; ?

Your shadow, like the sunshine passing through that cloud, only leaves a little trace on my heart.

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On the night when everything was born, I suddenly looked out of the window and had a glimmer of light. The drizzle seems to show me your supple hair, and your shadow clearly emerges in front of my eyes and flows to my heart. ?

Listen to the sound of raindrops falling from the eaves; ?

Look, saplings moistened by rain; ?

Think of that familiar face, the happy face of the past; ?

Cold rain, wet my attachment, through the rain curtain, your figure gradually blurred away, my heart, constantly calling; My tears fell silently. . . . . . ?

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In the quiet evening, my heart is like a kite led by you; No matter how the years pass, the soul is firmly tied to your thoughts. . . . . . . . . . . ?

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Listen, the crisp frog calls;

Look, flying fireflies; ?

Suddenly, I remembered the good past; ?

Thinking about keeping beautiful and complete fragments forever; Throw pain and sorrow into the boundless starry sky; However, unforgettable memories still reverberate in my heart from time to time. . . ?

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In the middle of the night, a long sigh and all kinds of lingering past events became tangled in my heart; Can't you calm yourself down and think about dancing during the day and night ...?

Listen, Qiu Chan called the ocean cold; ?

You see, the autumn wind blows the green leaves yellow; ?

Aftertaste, emotional bitterness; ?

Suddenly remembered the old marks of previous years; ?

I feel, all kinds of disappointment ?

Melancholy is like a green leaf blown yellow by the autumn wind, and the traces of the autumn wind pass through my heart. ?

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A person, staring blankly out of the window, look, the withered leaves are in the direction of the wind; I don't know, where are they going to dance until they stop?

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My silence is as deep as night; Only your breath is everywhere, glittering and translucent in the time and space around me ... autumn wind sweeps away leaves, who cares about winter. . . . . ?

Listen, the howl of the cold wind; ?

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Look, snowflakes are flying; ?

Worried, how can miss's thin wings stand the cold winter night ...

Continuous sadness, like a mature style, has long lost its flamboyant prosperity; Hiding in the thick shell of the dark night, I carefully captured the vague emotional comfort that seemed like nothing. ?

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In the dead of night, under the moonlight, I gently knock on the faint thoughts and send them to your heart through the screen. When this concern knocks on your window sill, I quietly talk to you, and only entrust my blessings and thoughts to the breeze and the bright moon and give you a little. On the moonlit night, let Jingle Bells knock a touch of tenderness on that heart. . . . . . . . . .