Autumn article

Long-distance radio navigation system

The beauty of autumn lies in the car.

Some people have eyes like autumn, while others have charm like autumn.

The beauty of maple trees in autumn is not only in the frosty plains, but also in the cool breeze.

When the leaves were thinning, Lin Qiu showed their elegance. It is a kind of free and easy without any embellishment, and it is a kind of detachment that doesn't care about secular prosperity.

The most touching thing is that the sunset is reflected in Lin Qiu. It was so drunk that it set off the deepening dusk in the sky. The cool evening breeze is a beautiful and sad beauty with twilight. It makes you want to shed a few tears of your life experience, but you are frightened by the fading drunken red. You are willing to condense your unrestrained emotions.

A painter once painted an "autumn courtyard" with frosted maple trees. The tall maple tree quietly covers the silence of a garden, and the heavy door behind the tree is hidden deep. It is endless loneliness, as if I had lived in it and tasted the silence of autumn. But I still want to sneak into the painting and ask the thick door that is deeply hidden to see how much dust there is and how many footprints of life are sealed.

The most intriguing thing is the idle clouds in the autumn sky. So faint, leisurely, quietly away from the hubbub, disturbed by secular joys and sorrows, no longer indifferent.

Autumn wind is the purest wind without any decoration. You don't have to take care of rustling leaves when you leave the garden-season is season, metabolism is metabolism, life and death are life and death, sadness and joy are joys and sorrows. No need to participate, no need to stay.

Ming Che is in the same wind as Qiushui. "Point Qiu Jiang, Egret Sha Ou", you draw this Ming Che. There's nothing to worry about, nervous and persistent. "Proud to kill Wan Huhou, illiterate smoke waves fishing". Autumn is so spotless.

"Wild cranes in idle clouds" is the title of autumn. Only the clear sky with faint white clouds in autumn can be worthy of the word "leisure". The beauty of wild cranes is as clear as autumn water and as far away as autumn mountain, and it is so elusive that it is worthy of the word "escape". "Leisure" and "leisure" are the true colors of autumn.

Some people have the beauty of autumn. With such beauty, it must be such a person. Such beauty comes from the heart. He has everything, but he wants nothing. It is a kind of transparency and freedom formed by profound cognition and perception.

Autumn is a season of maturity, harvest, enrichment and wandering. It has experienced the prosperity of spring and summer, and is no longer proud of being praised and loved. It is isolated from all the praise and love from Qiu Guang, but it is willing to be a leisurely, distant and unreachable autumn.

autumn leave

Xie Bingying

Just yesterday, I believed that it was really autumn!

It was ten o'clock in the morning, and I returned to my dormitory after class, only to find that the bed was full of buttonwood trees, fallen leaves, and lime and dust from broken doors and windows. The wind roared and yellow leaves kept flying in.

-That's cool!

I'm not angry. If I see so much dust on the bed on weekdays, I will definitely complain that the house is too old and the painter is too poor. I shouldn't put some lime on the window, and it's only a thin layer. When it dries, it always falls off one by one. But today I don't blame the house or the workers who painted it. I'm just happy because autumn has come to my room! I greeted him, gently swept away the lime and dust with a feather broom, and swept out the withered buttonwood and withered unknown leaves.

Ah, there are more leaves on the ground than on the bed. If there were no beds, tables and chairs, it would be a forest with rustling leaves.

Standing, standing silently, I smiled at the clear sky. I smiled and said that this lovely autumn came to the earth, to my room and to my heart. I want to meet it, and let the fierce wind blow all the fallen leaves into my house and spread them on my bed. It is a wanderer in the end of the world, where the autumn wind blows, it falls, without home or pity. I sympathize with this. I like it. Fallen leaves, come fly into my room. This is your destination and your paradise. I open my arms and wait for the fallen leaves to come. I want to welcome it, but I also want to hold it in my hand from the wind, touch it gently and mourn its lost youth, which everyone once praised, pursued and admired.

In the afternoon, Te and Zhuang both came to my room. I asked them to come back from class in the morning and see the scene in the house. The commando looked at me and just smiled. Zhuang Dao: "How artistic! You shouldn't hate it. "

"Naturally, I like fallen leaves coming in, but I don't like dust."

"This is very interesting," Zhuang added. "Leaving leaves alone is too monotonous. Life is complicated and nothing is lacking. "

I think this statement is also somewhat correct. In today's society, there is dust, smoke and ghostly darkness everywhere. You don't like dust, but it will fall on your desk and bed. Is there any way to refuse?

I like autumn. As we all know, the moon in autumn night is particularly beautiful and affectionate. But besides the moon, I love autumn rain and autumn wind.

Many people say that autumn is the easiest time to arouse people's troubles and sadness, so poets and writers in ancient and modern times complain about others in autumn, shake their heads and sigh, and dance with pen and ink. On the contrary, I think autumn is the happiest and most beautiful season of the year. It is harmonious and perfect in climate, scene and emotion. I love autumn, and I love autumn leaves dancing with the wind!

Autumn leaves in the north

Xue erkang

When persimmon leaves and Sophora japonica leaves fall, Qiu Shu in Beijing will wither one after another. On the road, in the park, the fallen leaves are rustling underground, as dense as rain and as dense as snow.

Nature is dying, striving for self-improvement in the sorrow of death. Walking in the rain of fallen leaves, you will be shocked by the eternal calendar of the universe. As a result, the gloomy mood that just rose from the chest was quickly expelled by the feeling of falling leaves. The leaves floating above your head are colorful, and only autumn leaves in the north have such bright colors. Crimson, princess red, gold, cyan, orange or a mixture of red and yellow ... all withered colors are unique to autumn fruits, and the same leaf will show various colors. On the wide roads in Beijing, street trees are made up of many kinds of trees. When the fallen leaves fall, the streets are dotted with beautiful small color blocks of various shapes. The atmosphere was quiet and lively, and the thick autumn of Beijing suddenly appeared. Without the embellishment of these small color blocks, the late autumn in the north may be unremarkable. In Beijing, I live in the east, and Jintai Road is covered with golden and transparent ginkgo leaves, which look like handfuls of small sectors, so cute that people can't bear to step on them; Occasionally, the leaves of sapium sebiferum and poplar trees flash out other striking color blocks in the golden yellow of the ground. On the sidewalk facing the street, the rain of Sophora japonica leaves and elm leaves fell one after another. No matter how those little leaves fell to the ground, they all looked natural and appropriate. Their light colors and instant impressions are enough to constitute impressionist masterpieces. In my eyes, the scenery of fallen leaves in the capital is more charming and artistic than the millions of pots of flowers that decorated the streets in the early days. Every time the sweeper passes by, the streets are bare, showing a bleak scene in late autumn. I think the sweeper is really cruel. It treats beautiful fallen leaves as garbage, which is a bit inhuman.

However, the fallen leaves are still rustling underground. Those leaves, like birds covered with crowns, were disturbed by a gust of wind and flew away from the branches. It's just that flying birds are not as serene and complacent as they are. My sensitive heart heard their chirping-the fallen leaves are telling the joy of flying. It is not so much flying as dancing, sometimes shaking excitedly in the air and sometimes swaying leisurely. They have gained the long-awaited freedom, as if they have been waiting on the branches so far, but they have done some duty, and their color is the reward paid by nature. Now, when the sap is about to stop moving, they are free to do something. So they kissed the cheeks and skirts of pedestrians and decorated the earth. When the autumn wind rises again, they dance from the ground in the same rhythm, fluttering lightly, regardless of what the best moment in life means. They are about to turn into dust and mud. Even if there is no wind, the leaves will fall straight from the sky, like a quiet fruit, showing a thoughtful state of mind and transcendental solemnity. Since there is no wind, what force makes them fall? Is it your own will? I stared at the quietly falling leaves and drifted off. Several children were picking up fallen leaves, so I couldn't help picking up a few pieces. The petiole is soft and blue, and the changed leaves are still bright and moist, with clear veins and full juice. This is a living leaf, it's just whispering to you. It chose the best moment of its life to bid farewell to the world, and even the plants in the world don't want to die ugly.

As a result, even many green leaves were infected and left the branches one after another to join similar rhythmic dances. To my surprise, in an empty shady park in the eastern suburbs, weeping willows are still swaying by the pool, but the ground has been covered with a layer of green leaves, like green snow. This is beyond my understanding of natural phenomena. Is this a shocking move made by nature on purpose? That's the broad leaves of poplar. I stood on the thick piled leaves and looked up at the poplar tree: the leaves with full crowns rustled in the wind, revealing a deep emerald green. Poplar began to wither a long time ago, but its leaves will persist until the end, just like the patron saint of autumn. Only when all the trees become bare will the last leaves wither, which is also green. Poplar trees dyed the space in late autumn green. The great northern man not only followed the ruthless time sequence, but also stubbornly cherished the emerald color of life, thus creating wonders. A southern girl dressed in bright red, holding a bunch of poplar leaves, took pictures in the green whirlpool of the wind, leaving this unique memory of autumn. This is indeed a Zhang Fuyou-style photo, and it is only in the northland that there is such autumn; In the north, there are no withered leaves.

Now, the deciduous trees in the north have withered, but the beauty of autumn leaves and the affection I have experienced make me not sad about its withering, even the cold in autumn in the north has been diluted. Perhaps it is because the autumn in the north is cold, so there is a thick autumn feeling composed of fallen leaves. In the warm and humid south of the Yangtze River where I have lived for a long time, the withered leaves will spread in autumn and winter, showing a reluctant situation, so there is no dense and rainy scene, most of them are dead leaves, and the color is far less gorgeous than that in the north. Moreover, there are always some leaves that depend on some magical reason. When they are dry, they will hang on bare branches, and the new green sprouting under the petiole in spring will be removed. A few dead leaves vividly depict a cold landscape in autumn and winter.

I love autumn leaves more than the new green in early spring.

I prefer autumn in the north to autumn in the south.

Autumn in Jinan

Lao She

Autumn in Jinan is poetic. Suppose in your fantasy there is a medieval ancient city, a sleeping tower, a narrow ancient stone road, a broad stone wall, a clear stream flowing around the city, reflecting the mountain shadow, and a little girl in red robe and green pants squatting on the shore. If such a realm is in your fantasy, it is a Jinan. If you can't imagine-many people can't imagine-please come to Jinan and have a look.

Please come in autumn. That city, that river, that ancient road and that mountain shadow are all prepared for you all year round. However, coupled with the autumn colors in Jinan, Jinan has changed from a simple painting to a quiet and beautiful poem. This poetic autumn color of Qiu Guang is unique to Jinan. God gave the art of summer to Switzerland, the West Lake in spring and Jinan in autumn and winter. Autumn and winter are inseparable. It is winter when you fall asleep in autumn. God didn't want it to wake up suddenly, so he gave it to Jinan as a favor.

The realm of poetry must have mountains and waters. Then, please look at Jinan. Mountains with different colors, different directions and different heights are more and more different in autumn. From the color point of view, the pine trees on the mountainside are blue-black, and with the oblique light in autumn, blue-black is darker than gray and lighter than black, which casts a yellow shadow on the yellow grass next to it. There are all kinds of stripes embedded at the foot of the mountain, which are layered, some are yellow, some are gray, some are green, and some seem to be pink and purple. The color of the top of the mountain also changes with the movement of the sun. It doesn't matter if the color of the top of the mountain is different. What really makes people want to write a few poems is the color on the mountainside. The colors on the mountainside always change there, especially in autumn, when the sun suddenly turns cold and warm. This change is not intense, but the color on the mountain felt this change and changed immediately. Suddenly, yellow is more real, and suddenly, the color is darker. Suddenly, it looks like an invisible fog flowing there. Suddenly, like a breeze, it mixed colors for "nature" and gently painted a layer of various colors, all of which were light and beautiful. There are such mountains, plus blue sky and bright sunshine; Blue seems to be changing from blue to green, but it is not completely green; Sunny, warm as spring, but a little cool, gentle as poetry; It's autumn in Jinan. And because of the different colors, the height of the mountain is more obvious. The higher the high, the lower the low. The angular curve of the mountain is more real, clearer and thinner under clear sky. Look at that tower on the top of the mountain!

Look at the water again. In terms of quantity, quality and form, where is the water better than Jinan? There are springs-there are springs everywhere-there are rivers and lakes, which are divided by shape. Whether it is spring water, river or lake, it is so clear and sweet. Alas, Jinan is a "natural" sweetheart, right? In summer, the lotus flowers in Daming Lake and the green willows in Hecheng River are naturally beautiful. But the water depends on the autumn water. There are mountains and waters in autumn in Jinan. This autumn is an autumn, because the autumn god lives in Jinan. Let's talk about the green algae in the water. I'm afraid nothing can compare with that kind of green except the green in God's heart. This bright green is revealed through the clarity of water, as if a beauty appreciates her beauty through a mirror. Yes, these green algae enjoy the sweetness of water by themselves, not for anyone. They know their little green troubles. They are there all year round, kissing Shui Pi and dreaming green dreams. Naughty duck, touch it with golden sole once or twice. The shadows of Huan women kiss their green leaves once or twice. It's just that this is their sweet trouble. I envy the poet!

In autumn, water is as cool as the blue sky. There are some white clouds in the sky and some waves on the water. Between Tianshui and Tianshui, there is clear and warm air with a little osmanthus fragrance. Mountain shadows are also more real. Autumn mountains and autumn waters kissed the illusion. When the mountain is still, the water is quiet. The medieval old city, with its autumn colors and sounds, is Jinan, not a poem.

Listen to the next breakdown and know how Jinan is in winter.