Prose: autumn is deep

After beginning of autumn, autumn slipped away at the foggy dawn and disappeared in the hot afternoon. In autumn, the most obvious color change in the vast Yuan Ye seems to be overnight, and the green of the mountains turns into golden eyes. Golden leaves and golden fruits play golden music on golden land.

It all started with a fallen leaf. One morning, I got up and ran in the morning as usual, and suddenly I found myself stepping on a leaf, maybe a plane tree leaf, maybe a locust tree leaf, maybe a poplar leaf. The leaves are golden, lying quietly on the ground, subconsciously thinking of "one leaf falls and you know the autumn on earth", and suddenly waking up, autumn is coming.

You will smell the faint fennel in the sky and the fragrance of Jin Ju. On the hillside in the suburbs, the arrival of autumn is almost staggering. After a continuous drizzle, the temperature suddenly dropped 10 degrees. On the first day, the flowers all over the mountains withered, the birds hovering on the top of the mountain disappeared, and the beasts in the trees and shrubs hid in the depths of the cave. This undisguised killing and desolation reminds you that autumn is coming.

The haggard and melancholy of the wilderness will make a literati feel a lot. When the pale yellow sun shines on the wall, when the piano room downstairs rings a deep and sad melody, when the decaying leaves fall on the sidewalk under the buttonwood tree, the cold eyes will store all this in their memories. Only geese refused to give in. They have an insight into the ruthlessness of the seasons, and they will travel to Wan Li to find spring.

Autumn didn't dominate all of a sudden. Just when the temperature drops by more than ten degrees, you quickly add clothes, thinking that winter is coming and the temperature will slowly rise again. The sunshine looks warm and pleasant, and the earth is peaceful. However, such weather is mostly unreliable. The warm days are only a few days, the gray days are coming again, and the cold current is coming again. Then, it was another night of sporadic drizzle, the dense shrubs began to turn yellow, and the sparse grass green on the hillside and in the wilderness completely disappeared without a trace.

While the sad literati are lamenting the ruthlessness of the season, the farmers who are harvesting crops in the wilderness are singing the happiest songs of the year. Hard sweat has borne fruitful fruits, hard work has been doubly rewarded, and the hope of one year has become a heavy fruit. How can a happy face not be full of happy heart and joy!

The most different is the autumn rain. It's completely different from the rain in summer. A cool breeze blew and a rain fell one after another. There are no dark clouds all over the sky, and there is no lightning and thunder. Before I knew it, it began to rain. And it doesn't stop, sometimes one day, sometimes two days, sometimes even a week. Rain is the kind of thin rain that lingers. At this time, enthusiastic people will not stay at home, walk on the hillside path, walk deep in the alley of the green flag, let the drizzle get wet, and a poem and a beautiful article will be born.

In autumn villages, cooking smoke is different from other seasons. Smoke from the kitchen chimney hovers behind the house, floats beside the bird's nest in the treetops, paces in the corner of the phoenix tree, and finally condenses into hazy clouds.

In autumn, farmers are everywhere in the fields, and carts of mature crops are marching on winding country roads. Occasionally, there will be a few cheerful songs, which are the heartfelt joy of farmers. There are birds in the sky, geese flying southward in herringbone, and flocks of wild ducks in the lake. They are like a dark cloud, which makes autumn look more gloomy.

Mature crops disappeared in the village in a few days, and all the grain was put into the farmer's granary, including golden rice, golden corn and various miscellaneous grains. Farmers began to sit around the old locust tree in front of the village and chat, and then waited for a long and leisurely winter.

Say goodbye to the hustle and bustle, tired busy and difficult burden, and the endless yellow land is easily exposed in people's field of vision. Rest for a few months, and then welcome the new spring with a new look. At this time, only people who are frustrated in life will sigh "autumn wind and autumn rain". When they hear the autumn wind rustling, they will see dead leaves falling and give birth to all kinds of desolation; A healthy mind will naturally feel the freshness and tranquility after the hustle and bustle of midsummer, the fragrance of fruits before the long winter, and the heroic spirit of "strong and positive autumn wind", and the joy of seeing the golden breeze, fruitful results and meditation.

Under the blue sky, white clouds are blooming, and on the hillside with rippling autumn colors, just like a young woman wearing a golden gauze, dancing in the autumn wind, showing a charming figure. Qiuyang, standing on the top of the mountain, is like a mighty god of war, moving from the distant past to the boundless future.

My poem "Sunset and Lonely Qi Fei, Autumn Water * * * Days and Autumn" written by Rainbow Bo. The sunset falls from the sky, lonely from bottom to top, competing with Qi Fei. The autumn water is blue and the sky is blue, reflecting the water, and the water and the sky are the same color, just right to write the artistic conception of a vast autumn to the extreme. Du Fu's "Changfeng blows white thatch and wildfire burns mulberry" describes the scene of Yuan Ye in late autumn. The wind blew the thatch on the leaves, and the wild fire burned the withered mulberry. However, his artistic conception is too desolate, far less heroic than Li Bai's "Autumn geese and Changfeng as companions, when I face them from this villa and drink my wine".

Savor carefully, autumn is full of life, with bleak autumn wind, fallen leaves killed by Xiao, hazy haze and withered grass, but more is the joy of harvest, the joy of success, and the vast, simple and rich and magnificent atmosphere. How can you not like this autumn?