Autumn in Tianmu Mountain is quiet and green. ..... Rain and fog have locked the green Dai, and I feel that the trees don't know how deep; Thick clouds seal the mountain pass, I don't know how high it is; Light fog permeates around the flowing stream, and I don't know how long it is.
Lu Jinhua is looking for autumn in Tianmu Mountain.
The second month of autumn
It's almost Mid-Autumn Festival, clear sky in Wan Li. As soon as the morning breeze blows, it is refreshing, such as flying away. Yellow-ripened seedlings in rice fields are sometimes a slow and long fluctuation, and there are also bouts of whispers.
Cheng Mu Fu
The Mid-Autumn Festival is the most beautiful time in Beiping. The weather is just lukewarm, and the length of day and night is equally divided. There is no yellow wind blowing from Mongolia in winter, and there is no heavy rain with hail in the dog days. The sky is so high, so blue, so bright, ... the blue of Xishan and Beishan is a little deeper, and every evening, I put on all kinds of robes.
Laoshe lived under one roof for four generations.
A dry and warm climate in late autumn
Autumn Tiger is a peaceful day before late autumn and winter. It comes to different areas in different years and at different times of 10 and 1 1 month. It comes and goes irregularly. It was a time of golden smoke and bright tulle full of floating and timely relief. The approach of the winter step has increased its charm and strengthened its impermanence. Thomas de Quincy described this season as "the last short resurrection of summer, the most brilliant expression of summer, a rootless resurrection in the past and persistent resurrection in the future, just like the brightness of the light that is about to go out." This season has many names in many parts of the world, such as: the second summer, fake summer, St. Martin's summer, the fifth season, autumn summer, Halloween summer, the sound of summer exhibition, late summer, and old woman's summer.
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Autumn in England
It's a sunny morning, so sunny that you can hardly believe that summer in England has just passed. Fences, fields, trees, Shan Ye and Yuan Ye show their ever-changing dark green tones; There is hardly a fallen leaf, and there is hardly a trace of light yellow dotted between the colors of summer, telling you that autumn has come. The sky is clear and cloudless; The sunshine is bright and warm; The air is filled with birds singing and the sound of thousands of insects; The garden next to the hut is crowded with all kinds of beautiful flowers, shining in the thick dew, like a flower bed covered with brilliant jewels. Everything has the characteristics of summer, and its beautiful colors have not faded at all.
Dickens' The Story of Pickwick
Autumn scenery, Yuan Ye.
Look at the golden sunshine, golden mountains and golden running water. Yesterday was still "scorching sun", but today it suddenly changed. The sun has become much milder. It shed countless golden rays, covering mountains and rivers, Yuan Ye, streams and rivers. So, all this, just like being touched by a magician who turned the stone into gold, turned into Huang Chengcheng, so cute and so steady. Look at the rolling mountains. For Yuan Ye, it is not just an embroidered lace. Clusters of pine trees, fir trees and acacia trees add countless Cui Yi to this lace, just for fun. Look at the flowing water. It has been trying to irrigate this rice field all summer. Now, I see that my irrigated and caressed rice has hung its head, and it has given off a mature aroma. So, it is lazy, with satisfaction and fatigue, flowing over and over again. The ripples it caused were illuminated by the sunlight all over Huang Chengcheng, just as gold flowed all over Yuan Ye.
Lin Xia's Ode to Autumn
In the past half month, half the leaves have fallen off. As long as there is a little breeze, there are always some fallen leaves, like red and purple finches, flying in the sky. The sunshine is mild and slightly chilly, the scenery is getting clearer and brighter, and everything is beautiful beyond description.
Shen Congwen's Long River
In autumn, after a fierce harvest, everything faded in a blink of an eye, and a large area of land was exposed to yellow. Trees on the banks of Fenhe River also began to shed leaves, and yellow leaves quietly fell with the breeze and spread on the wet land. The late geese on the horizon flew south against the thin clouds. The soft sunshine clearly outlines the two winding mountains. The sky is getting higher and higher and the earth is getting wider and wider. A gust of autumn wind brought the initial chill and the weather was refreshing.
Muxiang New Wave and Lao Lan
Autumn has come, and the mountains and plains have turned yellow. It's time to harvest the crops. It rains frequently this year, which is the favorite in the mountains. Millet was bent by full and solid ears and rippled with the wind.
Feng Deying's "Kucaihua"
Just after the autumnal equinox, I feel cool suddenly. Going for a walk at the seaside in the morning seems to feel that the blue sea is bluer than before; God, it's a little higher than before. Looking back at the Gu Mo Ridge, oh, the autumn colors are getting stronger.
What lovely autumn colors!
Jun Qing's Ode to Autumn Colors
Autumn is very lovely. On crisp autumn days, Wan Li is often clear in the daytime, the Milky Way is bright at night, and Yuan Ye is full of fruits. This refreshing and rational season is really enjoyable. A few autumn winds and autumn rains, a burst of fallen leaves is nothing, golden autumn waves in the fields churn, and sunflowers bear big fruit bowls. Citrus, grapefruit, pears and apples all grow in Huang Chengcheng, and dates, persimmons and hawthorn all turn red. This scene makes people feel the joy of cultivation and harvest.
Qin Mu's "In the Atmosphere of Plant Fragrance"
Preferably in autumn. Millet is yellow, sorghum is red, and the stick drags a long neck, like a red tassel flying on the iron gun of the people in the plain during the guerrilla war. The autumn wind is blowing, fluttering and rustling. This endless plain is like a team, full of our jubilant shouts!
The East of Wei Wei
Harvest autumn
In late autumn, the sun shines on me without cover, and March is as warm as spring. Stepping on the soft and rotten grass all the way, walking on the ridge for a while, and walking in the ditch for a while, unconsciously it is ten miles and eight miles. The fields were quiet, and the sorghum stalks stood upright like minarets. The harvested crops are piled up like towering hills. Crowds of pigeons pecked around on the road, nodding, cooing and moving silently. They are not afraid of people, but as soon as people approach, they rush into a crowd, make a spin and fall in front of them with a swish. In the garden near the village, people drying beans, beating sesame seeds and peeling rice are talking and laughing everywhere, and there is a lively harvest scene.
Orion in Wu Boxiao.
late autumn
In late autumn, the frosty wind started, the maple forest gradually dyed Huang Bi, the wild shore faded hibiscus, and the mixed white apples and red giant knotweed covered the water; In the reeds, geese flock, clouds are dry, and sorrow and joy are moving.
Feng Menglong's Fairy in the Garden
The late autumn in Luxi Plain is vast, empty and beautiful. Sorghum, corn and other early autumn crops have all been harvested, leaving only a cotton field in the field. Due to the early severe frost, the cotton Ye Er was dyed colorful. Seen from a distance, it looks like a garden, which decorates the earth well.
Holly in Yu Liangzhi
At the end of autumn, the big elm trees in the back garden also fell leaves, and the garden was desolate and there was nothing to play with.
The wormwood growing in the front yard has also rotted away, and all kinds of seedlings in the garden behind the house are covered with frost; There are not many leaves in the old elm, but the autumn wind is still shaking it. The sky is gray, and the clouds have lost their shape, like a washed inkstone, deep and shallow, and chaotic. This cloud sometimes brings raindrops and sometimes fine snow.
Xiao Hong's Biography of Hulan River
As the fruit ripens, the leaves begin to turn yellow; As the fruit falls, pieces of yellow leaves fall. Thus, it is the season of red leaves and autumn wind. Yellow leaves are everywhere, and the earth has become a golden world. Beauty is like a fairy tale and a dream. Urged by the autumn wind, the leaves fell in a hurry, leaving only thin branches, which were brown and black. When the wind blows, it doesn't sway like summer. It just bounced a few times stiffly, and the trunk stood tall, posing a grim posture to meet the challenge of frost and snow. Withered branches and leaves sigh at people's feet, whispering the coming of winter. The birds lost their interest in wandering, chased their predecessors and frantically begged food from passers-by.
Lu LAN's footsteps
The clear sky in late autumn is like an endless calm blue sea; Strong white light jumps in the air, just like microwaves on the sea; At the foot of the mountain, patches of sorghum are always swaying full heads, like fluctuating red water; However, the withered leaves painted the fields with withered colors.
Ye Yiqun's Crossing the Zhanghe River
Autumn is coming. The leaves in the forest turn yellow and brown. The wind rolled up the leaves and danced in the air. The air is cold, the clouds are low, with heavy hail and snowflakes. The crow stood on the fence, tickling with cold! Scrape! "Go and call. Yes, just thinking about this scene will make you feel cold.
The Ugly Duckling by Andersen (Denmark)
Autumn in Daxinganling
Daxing 'anling in autumn reflects the beautiful scenery of wandering, the dense shade of birch and Pinus sylvestris var. mongolica. Mongolia, spruce and oak forests are empty. Looking up, you can see the sapphire sky and the geese flying south. In the forest, the autumn sunshine is warm and charming, like a golden light arrow. The wind is mysterious, floating from swamps and shrubs, with a strong smell of wine, swaying branches, Ye Er's beating glow, as if with mature and heavy thinking, pieces, clusters, floating around, falling, covering every inch of land. ...
Han Bing endured loneliness.
Alley autumn scenery
In autumn, the street corner is covered with golden and smooth poplar leaves, and the alley becomes deserted. On Sunday morning, there are even fewer people. A gust of autumn wind blew, and the crumbling yellow leaves on the poplar trees made a bleak sound; On the eaves of the house, the yellow dog's tail grass is shaking and dust is floating down. This withered scene often reminds people of the summer that has just passed away-the blazing sun, the warm rain and the shade that blocks the blue sky.
Home country politics "alley disappointment"
Autumn in the Great Northern Wilderness
It's September, and since the first leaf fell to the ground, the autumn of the Great Northern Wilderness has come. The sky is white and blue, and there is not a cloud flowing through it. Only every evening, there is a sparrow cloud in the western sky, which really looks like a flock of sparrows flapping their wings. In the afterglow of the sunset, it suddenly turned into a rose-colored light of silver gray, orange, blood red and crimson, just like a fairy standing in the sky, shaking a few shiny satin with broken flowers. That land, like a turbulent golden ocean, sorghum is drunk, shaking its big face with black, red, black and red, and it is singing: soybeans are talking, like children clapping their hands, screaming and laughing. The water in that river flows slowly. But in the blink of an eye, I was disturbed by the fish coming back from the water! The leaves of the low hazelnut tree, which is often overlooked by people, are also red, as red as a fire, burning people's hearts on the hillside, on the roadside and in the village.
Lin Qing's "The Season when Soybean Rings the Bell"
The breath of autumn
At dusk, the leaves are fragrant, and the smell of weeds in the dust is unforgettable in early autumn. When we went to the west, we asked many people on the way. When we mention autumn, what is the first smell that comes to mind? Some say it's the aroma of ripe grapes, some say it's the sweetness of canned food and jelly in the kitchen, and some say it's the aroma of apples when they are harvested. I thought that for most people, it should be the smell of burning leaves. Unexpectedly, many people said it was the smell of grass, sunflower and sweet clover mixed with dust, as well as the dry smell of autumn.
I climbed the gravel hillside, and this is the smell around me. Just like the strong asphalt smell in the sunshine in August and the smell of forest smoke in winter, people recall the past and forget their childhood.
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Autumn in West Lake
A lonely boat, like a dead leaf falling in the middle of the lake, slowly depicts a vast autumn scenery on the calm water. There is a faint mist on the lake, like a blue-gray transparent gauze, which covers the rolling distant mountains, making them seem to wander as if they are nothing. However, on the hillside near the lake, the colors of several autumn stars are tenaciously revealed: gold, crimson, dark green that becomes deep in the autumn wind, and ancient roofs that remind people of distant history. ...
Zhao's West Lake
Autumn colors
Nowhere else in the world is more colorful than the woodlands in the eastern United States. The trees, shrubs and plants we saw along the way will soon put on new clothes. When we close our eyes at this moment, we can see a piece of color: cranberry moor with purple cod horns, flowers in New England, red dogwood, colorful clothes on the ridge of Kitty, ancient golden American hanging wood by Ohio creek, wavy scarlet swamp maple by Heying River, sand dunes in northern Indiana ... full of autumn leaves for spring growth and summer. These days, the fiery autumn is blooming, although it is short but unforgettable.
After a night, we stopped at the stepping stone bridge at dawn and looked around the colorful world, as if new colors had been added overnight. The branches of birch and poplar are covered with gold, and clusters of pods are covered with purple. Above us, a maple branch extends to the river at the source of the Mississippi River, with scarlet, gold and orange leaves against the blue sky in autumn. Minnesota is a good Qiu Guang, not just Lake Tasca. Wherever we travel, it seems that we are in a colorful world, colorful and changeable. Although the life of leaves is coming to an end, autumn leaves have not left, and leaves are dancing at the end of life journey.
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Autumn in Taiwan Province Province
The four seasons in Taiwan Province Province are not obvious, especially in spring and autumn, which are fleeting and always vague, as if afraid of meeting people. Therefore, we can't see the amazing scenery of Shan Ye, the leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, and so on. If you want to capture the breath of autumn, you have to wait patiently for the late autumn season and have a small fire on the eastern route of East China.