Scenery composition

Autumn in my hometown

The autumn in my childhood was also the autumn in my hometown. It was always blue and intoxicating. The clouds that occasionally drifted by changed various shapes, allowing you to imagine Boundless. However, the autumn of middle age is also the autumn of a foreign land, and the thoughts of that time are always missing. I went to Linyi a few days ago. On the highway, looking at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, I felt like I was back in my childhood and hometown.

Autumn symbolizes maturity and can bring people the joy of harvest. I remember holding a round and big sweet potato in the frosty dusk, amidst the smoke from the kitchen not far away, how "refreshing" it felt to use today's words! If you are older, you can find the endless autumn fragrance in the soybean barley burned with dead leaves. I dare say it is the most delicious bean fragrance in the world! At least I have never smelled it in the city now!

Autumn is another season of "the yellow and the decline of things". The originally green leaves gradually lost their true nature. Under the attack of wind, frost, snow and rain, they withered and turned yellow day by day, and then quietly drifted away in the wind. At that moment of admiring the beautiful scenery, I had to tie the exquisite yellow leaves into a string and hang them under the eaves, waiting to enjoy the fragrance of the big pancakes after they burned. Your mouth is almost watering. A capable young man can eat ten of them in one sitting. After leaving home, I never smelled such a friendly fragrance again!

At that time, there was no sadness in the fallen leaves in my hometown. Now, the fallen leaves in a foreign land are just countless melancholy. In the bottom of my heart, the occasional thoughts and comforts are in the face of this silent destruction. Will it be a fiery Nirvana, or a transformation of life.

Autumn Scenery

Someone said: "Autumn is so beautiful!" After hearing this, I really wanted to look for autumn.

Autumn in the fields. The rice in the fields is ripe and yellow, like a big piece of gold. To the east, people drove harvesters and were driving towards this side. They put every grain of rice into the warehouse.

In the autumn in the woods, the leaves of various trees turned yellow, and fell one by one on the pond and the ground. However, the pine tree still held its head high and stood motionless in the wind, its leaves still so green.

Autumn in the garden. Chrysanthemums are in full bloom in the garden, red, yellow, green, white, orange...the petals of these chrysanthemums are like thin radish shreds. The petals of some chrysanthemums are fully unfolded, revealing the bright yellow core; some chrysanthemums only unfold two or three petals; and some chrysanthemums have blooms, as if they are about to unfold their petals.

In the orchard in autumn, apples, oranges, bananas and other fruits are ripe. The uncles and aunts took the baskets and picked the fruits one by one. Those unpicked fruits seem to be saying: "Pick us quickly! Those who want to buy fruits are waiting for us!"

Autumn is on people. People were wearing sweaters, tank tops, cardigans and more.

Where is autumn? Autumn is in the eyes of children. As long as we continue to explore and discover, we will gain a lot of knowledge that is not in books.

Autumn in the old capital

Yu Dafu

Autumn, no matter where it is, is always good; but, autumn in the North is particularly special Come and feel the clarity, come and feel the tranquility, come and feel the sadness. The reason why I traveled thousands of miles from Hangzhou to catch up with Qingdao, and even more so from Qingdao to Peking, was just to enjoy the "autumn" and the autumn flavor of my old capital.

Of course there is autumn in the south of the Yangtze River; but the vegetation grows slowly, the air is moist, the color of the sky is light, and it is often rainy and less windy; a person is sandwiched between Suzhou, Shanghai, Hangzhou, or Xiamen and Hong Kong Among the citizens of Guangzhou, passing by in chaos, they can only feel a little bit of coolness, the smell of autumn, the color of autumn, the artistic conception and posture of autumn, but they can never get enough of it, taste it, and enjoy it fully. Autumn is not a famous flower, nor is it a fine wine. The half-open, half-drunk state is inappropriate in the process of appreciating autumn.

It has been nearly ten years since autumn in the Northern Kingdom. Every autumn in the south, I always think of the reed flowers in Taoranting, the willow shadows in Diaoyutai, the singing of insects in Xishan, the moonlight in Yuquan, and the bells in Tanzhe Temple. Even if you don't go out in Peiping, you can rent a shabby house with rafters and live in the middle of the imperial city. When you get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea and sit in the courtyard, you can see how high the sky is. The sky is green, and the sound of pigeons flying under the blue sky can be heard. Look eastward under the locust trees to closely observe the streaks of sunlight filtering through their leaves, or quietly gaze out at the trumpet-shaped blue flowers of morning glories climbing half way up a dilapidated wall, and of course you'll feel the intense feeling of it. Autumn. When it comes to morning glories, I think blue or white ones are the best, followed by purple and black ones, and light red ones are the worst. It is best to have a few sparse, thin and long autumn grasses growing at the bottom of the morning glory as a foil.

The locust trees in the North are also an ornament that reminds people of autumn. The fallen pistils, which look like flowers but are not flowers, will be spread all over the ground in the morning. When you step on it, there is no sound or smell, and you can only feel a tiny and soft touch. After the street sweeper swept under the shadow of the trees for a while, the lines of the broomstick left on the dust looked both delicate and leisurely. Subconsciously, he also felt a little lonely. The ancients said that the phoenix tree leaves only one leaf. The world knows the distant thoughts of autumn, probably in these deep places.

The feeble chirping of the cicadas is especially characteristic of the North. Because there are trees everywhere in Peiping and the houses are low, their cries can be heard no matter where they are. In the south, you have to go to the suburbs or mountains to hear it. Because of their ubiquitous shrill noise, these autumn cicadas in Peiping seem to be living off every household like crickets or mice.

There are also autumn rains. The autumn rains in the north also seem to fall more strangely than those in the south, they are more interesting and more decent.

Under the gray sky, a cool breeze suddenly came, and then it started to rain. After a layer of rain, the clouds gradually rolled to the west, the sky turned blue again, and the sun showed its face again; urban idlers wearing thick green cloth single clothes or jackets, biting their pipes, looked at the scenery after the rain. In the shadow of the sloping bridge, if you stand under the trees at the head of the bridge and meet someone you know, they will reply to each other in a slow and leisurely tone with a slight sigh:

"Oh, it's really cold - —" (This word is pronounced very high and long.)

"Isn't it? A layer of autumn rain and a layer of coldness!"

Northerners pronounce the word "zhen". , Zong Lao seems to be a layered character, which is smooth and oblique. This mispronounced rhyme is just right.

The fruit trees in the north are also a wonderful sight in autumn. The first is the date tree. They will grow up one by one in the corners of houses, at the top of walls, beside latrines and at the door of kitchens. When these jujubes, which look like olives and dove eggs, show a light green and slightly yellow color among the small oval leaves, it is the peak period of autumn; when the jujube leaves fall and the red dates are finished, the northwest The wind is about to pick up, and the north is a dusty world. Only these dates, persimmons, and grapes are ripe at the turn of July and August. It is the best day of autumn in the north, and it is the best time of the year. There are no GoldenDays either.

Some critics say that Chinese literati, especially poets, have a strong sense of decadence, so there are many words praising autumn in Chinese poetry. But what about foreign poets? Although I don’t read much foreign poetry, and I don’t want to write an account of poems and prose for autumn, but if you look through the collections of English, German, French and Italian poets, or the anthologies of poetry and prose from various countries - thology Come here, you can always see many songs and lamentations about autumn. Long pastoral poems or poems about the four seasons by famous poets always include parts about autumn. Most brilliantly written and interesting. It goes to show that all sentient animals and sensitive humans have the same feelings of depth, remoteness, severity and desolation towards autumn. Not only poets, but also prisoners locked up in prisons, in autumn, I think they will definitely feel a deep affection that cannot be felt by themselves. How does autumn differ from country to person, let alone race and class? However, in China, there is an idiom of "Qiu Shi" in the text, and Ouyang Zi's "Autumn Sound" and Su Dongpo's "Red Cliff Ode" are very common in reading books. I feel that Chinese literati have a particularly deep relationship with autumn. . But the deep flavor of autumn, especially the deep flavor of autumn in China, can only be experienced in the north.

Autumn in the South has its own special features, of course, such as the bright moon at Twenty-four Bridge, the autumn tide at the Qiantang River, the cool mist at Putuo Mountain, the lingering lotuses at Lizhi Bay, etc., but the colors Not strong, the aftertaste is not lasting. Compared with autumn in the North, it is just like the relationship between rice wine and white rice, the relationship between rice porridge and steamed buns, the relationship between sea bass and crabs, and the relationship between yellow dogs and camels.

Autumn, this northern autumn, if I could keep it, I would give two-thirds of my lifespan in exchange for a fraction of one-third.

The gorgeous four seasons, the most beautiful scenery in autumn

The cycle of four seasons, spring, summer, autumn and winter, is the most beautiful scenery bestowed by nature on the world. The flowers are fragrant in spring, the sun is bright in summer, the leaves are bright in autumn, and the snow is frosty in winter; spring is prosperous, summer is green, autumn is colorful, and winter is pure; spring is vigorous, summer is noisy, autumn is high, and winter is quiet There are flowers in spring and moon in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. The beautiful quotes describing the four seasons are like the changing seasons, each with its own beauty and endless charm. The descriptions of predecessors have been prepared. I think that the four seasons are gorgeous, and the autumn scenery is the most beautiful.

Everything is content when you observe it quietly. The so-called poetic and picturesque scenery is nothing more than the natural beauty of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Only those who know how to appreciate it can appreciate its beauty. Autumn scenery is the most poetic and picturesque. Lush trees, colorful flowers, and lush grass. Lush plants and gorgeous scenery are the beautiful world given to us by nature. It is really intoxicating and makes people forget to leave. The birds in the forest, the butterflies and bees in the flowers, and the dragonflies on the grass represent the joyful song of life. Listening to the chirping of cicadas in the forest, admiring the color of lotuses by the pool, and boating on the lake are the most wonderful enjoyments. A gust of cool autumn wind blows in the face, how comfortable and magical it feels. The stars in the autumn night, the bright moon shining high in the sky, the bright starry sky, and the breeze passing by, bring people so many thoughts and fantasies, and they can't help but make people feel emotional about the scene, and make people full of emotions. It has attracted many talented painters to draw many beautiful pictures, and more literati and poets have written many moving poems. The beautiful scenery is truly picturesque and mesmerizing.

The autumn scenery is beautiful, charming and colorful. Autumn is the harvest season, which brings people the joy of harvest. All things are ripe and fruitful, bringing joy to my brows and joy to my heart. Orange-red and round persimmons hang on the trees; golden and huge pear fruits are covered with branches. Snow-white cotton is like a sea of ??clouds, yellow corn is piled up in the yard, bright red peppers hang in front of the window, and crisp green dates are dotted all over the trees.

The bright sunshine and the cool breeze dye the mountains and forests, giving the earth an autumn scene. Can such a beautiful autumn not be beautiful? The beauty of autumn scenery can not only be appreciated with the eyes and listened with the ears; it can also be chewed with the mouth and felt with the heart. Otherwise, what if people say "spring flowers and autumn fruits"?

The beauty of autumn scenery is a kind of desolate beauty. Autumn is the season when the autumn wind is bleak, thousands of trees have fallen leaves, and thousands of flowers have withered. "The sound of Wuye means autumn, and the sound of banana leaves means sadness." The word "autumn" plus "heart" becomes "sorrow". So autumn always makes people nostalgic and full of melancholy. Liu Yuxi, a great writer of the Tang Dynasty, wrote in a poem: "Wherever the autumn wind comes, it sends the wild geese flying, and when the court approaches the trees in the courtyard, the solitary guest is the first to hear it." There is also a line in the classic "Dream of Red Mansions" that says, "I feel that the autumn windows are full of sorrow, but the autumn rain can only help the desolation." The fruit has gone through ups and downs, shown its true character, completed its mission, brought people joy, but sacrificed itself. The leaves turn yellow and the maple leaves turn red, which is really beautiful, but the autumn wind blows gently and the fallen leaves pile up, turning into fertilizer and nourishing the roots; the flowers also bloom brilliantly in the last moment, releasing their beauty. Those who are waiting for it will wither and wither together. For flowers, as long as they can bloom, even for a short moment, they will live up to this life. In fact, isn’t this the same in human life?

The world is not perfect. Whether it is the flowers of spring, the fruits of summer, the fruits of autumn, or the grass of winter. Their growth is not smooth sailing, and there are always shortcomings of one kind or another. But they have all worked hard, struggled, persisted, and lived brilliantly. Although it is desolate, it is beautiful. I have always liked Rabindranath Tagore's poem, "May life be as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death be as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves." I even appreciate this passage, "Even the last ray of the setting sun at dusk will emit a wonderful and incomparable light." The light is the last struggle that is unwilling to fall and perish, and it is also a pursuit of positive love for the supreme life. It does not care that it will eventually be blocked by the green mountains. Perhaps this is the true meaning of life that nature wants to tell people." .

The four seasons are gorgeous, and autumn is the most beautiful. It not only brings people beautiful enjoyment, but also brings people wonderful feelings. Friend, are you right?

Autumn, the eternal chrysanthemum

Article/Red Moon

The autumn wind blows the beauty of autumn, and the thoughts of a young man are left behind in the fragrance of wild chrysanthemums. The season...

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The autumn wind is getting stronger, blowing away the tenderness all over the place;

The lingering autumn rain brings full of lovesickness.

It is already autumn, and the wind is filled with stars and cold stars. When you open the window, you will feel the coolness, and you will feel the autumn wind and rain, which is miserable and fascinating. "The mountain monk can't count Jiazi, and one leaf falls to tell the world about autumn." When the first leaf falls, you know that autumn has come quietly. So, put on that milky white warm cashmere sweater to protect this sentimental season. Milky white is his favorite color. He said that when I put on milky white clothes, I look more like a doll.

When the faint fragrance of chrysanthemum begins to fill the air, I always think of the small town full of wild chrysanthemums deep in my memory. I know that I have something on my mind, like the vines and green grass growing uncontrollably under the call of spring. My thoughts are about the wild chrysanthemums on the grass in front of the building. My thoughts are about the wild chrysanthemums on the slopes of my hometown town.

The small town in my memory should be poetically decorated with wild chrysanthemums all over the ground in a season like this, right? Do you, who once tasted chrysanthemums with me on the small soil slope, still express your deep longing for me from the sigh of being thinner than a yellow flower?

The colorful and plump chrysanthemums on the soil slope are content with a pure and clear state, not expecting anything but fear. It has an indifferent expression, like water; it has experienced the ravages of wind and frost, like a sword. Telling the story of autumn in silence, a little...

The charm of autumn night

Blowing a slight cool breeze, the softness of the moon on the silver-white jade plate Under the light, a voice whispered to me: It's autumn...

I feel a slight chill, covered with white gauze as soft as the moonlight, flying in the dark blue sky like agate fallen leaves, It fell safely on my hand. I lowered my head and looked at this small leaf. Although it was a little withered and yellow, it was still so cute. Let me return to your roots! I blew it gently and it flew away again.

I raised my head again, and the moon was even more beautiful. Half of a silver-white disk hung in the sky, and there were a few flickering lights in the vast sky. I didn’t know if they were stars in the sky or lights on earth. As you get closer, you can hear the whispers of people next door, occasionally mixed with the sound of wind blowing fallen leaves, and the singing of birds.

While the lingering sound of the footsteps of hot summer has not yet dissipated, the messenger of autumn has quietly arrived in the world. The moment the two seasonal goddesses passed each other, nature returned his courage and pride to the wind. After that, as the weather turns cooler, what unfolds in front of people is a page of autumn scenery.

I strolled out and came to the quiet little square. The grass was silent and the trees were silent, but I seemed to hear them whispering again. What are you talking about? It must be dissatisfaction with Qiu Shen... A plane passed overhead, breaking the beautiful silence. The moon went crazy, and the vegetation became wild. The wind is no longer so gentle, like a dragon roaring and singing. The darkness wavered, and the stars and moon were covered by an elfin and naughty cloud. Soon, the cloud reluctantly drifted away. The moon smiled, and the light became brighter. The moment the clouds drifted away, the earth was gradually illuminated by silver light, as if after the darkness retreated, hope was seen again.

The light came back, and a touch of warmth poured into my heart...