The autumn wind has gone from far to near, the high and low autumn moon has risen, the deep and shallow autumn rain has fallen, and the thick and faint autumn is near. I like autumn very much. Is that thick green your eyes? Is that pale red your shy smile? Is that dancing leaf your dancing heart? Is that faint fragrance your enchanting beauty?

Bamboo shadow by the window, orchids send fragrance with the wind. The wind will drift for a while and the smoke will be high but not bad. Raise my misty eyes, pick an orchid, pour a cup of fragrant tea, and wander alone in the embrace of autumn. I am happy and naughty, like a naughty child, swaying romance and freedom, singing poems in the wind, singing songs in the rain, holding a lamp in drunkenness, watching a sword in a dream, and turning this autumn into a thousand-day wine.

Castle peak at the door, white clouds at the door, bright moon in front of the window, cool breeze blowing the seat. Leaning by the window, holding a paper in my hand, cooking tea and talking with my good friends, I was very happy this night. Talking about ancient and modern times, quietly playing around mountains and rivers, drinking tea and wine, suitable for leisure. Happy years, autumn night talk, endless joy, only hate the short days. Lying high in the restaurant, the red sun does not wake up the poem; Books are full of flower pavilions, and white clouds are always fragrant.

Polygonum multiflorum and white apples form a school of autumn colors, and it takes a few minutes to decorate the autumn colors. Colorful autumn scenery makes me stop, happy and sweet autumn makes me intoxicated, charming autumn makes me think, and romantic and warm Qiu Ge makes me linger. I like singing songs about wine and singing poems in the breeze. I am lost in this deep autumn, and I am also lost in this deep autumn. I am transformed into an autumn lover. And that autumn, because of my infatuation, not only gave birth to lofty sentiments, but also gave me all kinds of care and love for autumn.

Autumn is warm, sunny and warm. Bathed in this autumn sunshine, I am drunk for autumn, and autumn smiles at me. ...

Lonely whispers in late autumn.

This autumn, I am a little lazy. I am too lazy to draw my eyebrows, change my clothes, read books, watch CDs and talk, but my tears flow more frequently.

This autumn, I have a little amblyopia. I can't see mountains, water, clouds and the moon, only you.

You, are you a book? Beautiful and elegant, smiling at ancient and modern times, lingering in my sky, the book is overflowing, the tea is overflowing, the wine is chanting, and the harp is harmonious.

You, is that a song? Lang Lang Ming, long aftertaste, dripping with me, dancing, petals stained with clothes, fragrant grass, good scenery, good day.

Are you the wind? Slowly, slowly, it is warm and warm, and it gently surrounds me. The wind dances at dusk, the fragrance is full of sleeves, and the heart is fragrant and enchanting.

You, is it raining? When filar silk does not move, it moistens things silently and covers me tightly. The rain wet the swing, light and green, blowing flowers and chewing the core, counting the return date.

Are you a sword? Rainy, unrestrained, shaking me vigorously, firm but gentle as a rainbow, full of books and flowers, a touch of tenderness, will be attached to my heart.

You, is it wine? Strong and vigorous, I feel dizzy, and the wine has turned into acacia, which is as deep as Qian Qian's, only for the king's madness.

In the dead of night, people are quiet and cold, and it is difficult to look at the sky. Ying Ying is sad and can't send acacia.

I am afraid to listen to the sound of knocking on the forest. My tears are full of beauty. Since ancient times, it has been sad for a long time.

Standing by the window, there is nowhere to return. One kind of lovesickness, two sad places.

Drunk alone, clear your worries, wet clothes. The flowers have fallen, and I'm afraid to wake up.

At dusk, I watch the flowers fall after the rain, sighing that acacia is attached to my bones. Oh, that's it, that's it. Don't mention those sad things.

And invited the bright moon to accompany me to get drunk and forget the eternal sorrow of the world. ...

The tea and cigarettes are blown out, and the drunken language is Jiangnan.

( 1)

It's always good to have a cup of tea with friends.

Two women, still high in the cold winter, rolled up the window curtains and played the guzheng. Accompanied by the wind, they invited Yuner to sit idly opposite a small table covered with blue and white plaid cloth, listening to the heart in the piano and tasting the rhyme in the tea.

A beautifully carved timely teapot sings softly on the exquisite and chic alcohol stove, steaming. Smiling roses are dancing gracefully up and down in a pot of pure Ming Che spring, and the dense breath emanates from the bottom of the pot, with a faint fragrance lingering around us.

Tilting my head slightly, I watched the flowers slowly stretch and swim leisurely in the teapot, watching their once thin bodies gradually plump and moist under the nourishment of a clear water, and my long-standing worries seemed to stretch out at once.

The warm sunshine in the afternoon shines warmly on the world, much like a warm hand, gently brushing my smooth face and my smiling eyes. My mood is soft and light.

There is a lot of good weather in winter, but there is not much free time. There is always excellent tea, but there is too little time to enjoy an intoxicating tea fragrance quietly and leisurely. Moreover, it is rare to enjoy a happy time in the warm sunshine and let your mood bask in the sun.

Sitting lazily in the soft chair by the window, bathed in warm sunshine, my eyes are a little hazy and my heart is a little drunk.

As if, I am a woman picking lotus flowers on the river, walking in a lonely and deserted building, holding a clear spring and a beautiful flower, watching lotus leaf fields and autumn waters, watching years of hand-cutting, filled with the worries of Leng Yan in the south of the Yangtze River, and watching how many beautiful women used to be as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, slowly combing with exquisite steps.

In a trance, my steps are drifting away. I smile, whisper, sing and dance where the world can't touch. I drank wine in a pot of moonlight and made tea in a light breeze in the wind where tea and cigarettes were falling. ...

Sitting quietly in the tunnel of time, I don't want to talk or get up. I just want to be surrounded by this soft time with fragrance for a long time. I just want all the noise and impetuousness in this world of mortals to go with the wind in the blind epiphany of Zen tea.

The tea soup on the table is getting weak. The vague thoughts are getting thicker and thicker by the lingering tea mist, so thick that it seems to be able to cross Qian Shan.

Wipe away the old dust from the corner of my eyes and stare at my friend who seems to be immersed in a certain artistic conception: "a day of tea is probably the most pleasant time in my life?"

Friend, sipping a cup of smile: "Tea doesn't make me drunk, but my heart makes me drunk ..."

(2)

True water has no fragrance, which is a simple truth.

But the days of losing fragrance are a bit bleak. Therefore, a cup of fragrant, fresh and elegant tea is the best ornament for ordinary days.

Mr. Lu Xun, who knows the meaning of tea, once said: "If there is good tea to drink, it is a kind of' happiness'".

The word "Qing" vividly outlines the rich and simple customs of China.

For most people in China, the intense enthusiasm of coffee and alcohol is far less comfortable than a cup of clear and fragrant tea.

Human taste is pure happiness. Life doesn't need luxury, just peace and tranquility. You don't have to pursue it deliberately, just calm down.

The important thing in tea tasting is to be quiet and sit in seclusion. A cup of tea in hand is quiet and carefree. Laugh at bloom's flowers, exchange tea for quietness, ask questions with quietness, realize quietness with heart, realize Zen with quietness, and realize heart with Zen, so people are carefree, away from the disturbance, and the nature and man are one.

I love the artistic conception of "in the cold window, making tea to sweep the snow and a bowl of reading lamps". I like to hold a roll of yellowed poetry books, pour a cup of green tea, read the window at night, sing tang style's rhyme and sigh Qin Feng's bone.

The fragrance of tea fills the air, the books are full of sleeves, and the lamp shadows become poems. and heaven remains our neighbourhood, I am ashamed to forget.

The lingering love between the eyebrows, the lingering sadness and emptiness in the heart, was gently erased by a wisp of tea smoke; All kinds of troubles and anxieties in the past have also slowly precipitated under the enlightenment of some tea ceremonies.

Only a cup of tea in your hand is as elegant as a cloud and as elegant as the wind. You can win the endless prosperity of the world with a sip. ...

(3)

Tea drinkers are the best in the south. In Yi Deng, the essence of the sun and the moon is condensed, and the aura of heaven and earth is exhausted.

Tea drinkers are modest gentlemen; Tea drinkers, handsome sons of the world of mortals. The way of tea, care about the nature of the product, taste in people.

I have always felt that tea tasting is an elegant thing. Being alone is a kind of quiet enjoyment, and it is a kind of enjoyment for two people to know each other while drinking.

After friends travel, I often spend a quiet afternoon in rainy days, propping up a plain paper umbrella alone, leisurely crossing the Liulong 'an levee, looking for an elegant and tidy teahouse and leaning against the carved window lattice.

The teahouse I love doesn't need to be resplendent, but it needs to be quiet and chic. My favorite teahouse can be without tile windows, but it must have an quaint charm.

Tea clubs that often go to drink tea have my favorite blue-and-white porcelain cups, elegant vases with a faint fragrance of gardenia, and transparent blue meaning for the purpose of washing the heart and keeping fit.

It's raining again today. I'm sitting alone in a familiar position in the teahouse, holding a thin cup and looking at the gray horizon in the distance.

A song of blue and white porcelain, affectionate and melancholy, sings in my ear like tea smoke: "It's raining in Lan Yu, I'm waiting for you." Smoke billows from the kitchen, and a thousand miles across the river. Moonlight salvage has a dizzy ending, such as blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation. In splash-ink landscape painting, you hide in the depths of ink ... "

Inexplicably, there is a surge of sadness that covers my sad eyes.

Friends who have talked about tea, at this moment, in your brightly lit world, which face are you smiling at? At this moment, which delicate and enchanting petal blooms gently between your fragrant lips and teeth?

Through the dense fragrance of tea and cigarettes, I filled a cup of quiet thoughts, opened a book with threads of the past, stroked it gently with soft strings, crossed the fragrance of tea and read books from Jiangnan.

Old friends giggled and the yard was full of roses and apricots. For the time being, making tea is my home.

Chest, tea, intoxicating. Fundus, the past is vivid, and the past is like a dream.

Dear friend, I miss you today, watching the rain, listening to music and making tea, do you know?

Dear friends, even if Jiangnan in the dream disappears, will Jiangnan outside the dream remain the same?

Friends are speechless, and a drop of tea tears falls heavily …

Autumn in my hometown

Autumn as a child is also autumn in my hometown. It's always blue and charming. Occasionally, the clouds are changing all kinds of graphics, leaving you endless reverie. However, the autumn of middle age is also the autumn of a foreign land, and I always can't see my thoughts at that time. When I arrived in Linyi a few days ago, I looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window on the expressway, as if I had returned to my childhood and hometown.

Autumn symbolizes maturity and can bring people the joy of harvest. I remember how "cool" it was to hold round and big sweet potatoes at dusk in first frost, in the smoke not far away. What's more, burned soybeans with dead leaves are looking for endless autumn fragrance. I dare say it is the most delicious bean fragrance in the world! At least in the present city, I have never smelled it!

Autumn is the season when "yellow things fade". The original green leaves gradually lost their true colors of life. Under the attack of wind, frost, rain and snow, it turns yellow day by day, and then quietly floats down with the wind. At the moment of enjoying the beautiful scenery, I had to wear delicate yellow leaves and hang them under the eaves, waiting to enjoy the fragrance floating from the scones after burning. My mouth is watering. An able young man can eat ten at a time. I have never smelled such a kind fragrance in my wandering after leaving home!

At that time, there was no sadness in the fallen leaves of my hometown. Now, the fallen leaves in a foreign land are just countless. In my heart, the occasional thoughts and comforts are all in the face of this silent destruction, whether it is fire nirvana or life evolution.

Autumn scenery

Someone said, "Autumn is beautiful!" Especially looking for autumn.

Autumn is coming, the rice in the field is ripe, and the rice in Huang Chengcheng is like a big piece of gold. In the east, people come here with harvesters. They let every grain of rice into the warehouse.

In autumn in the Woods, the leaves of all kinds of trees are yellow and fall on the pond and the ground one by one. However, the pine tree still stands tall and motionless in the wind, and its leaves are still so green.

Autumn is in the garden. Chrysanthemums in the garden are in full bloom, including red, yellow, green, white and orange ... The petals of these chrysanthemums are like thin shredded radish. Some chrysanthemums have all their petals spread out, revealing bright yellow flower cores; Some chrysanthemums only spread two or three petals; There are chrysanthemums in bud, as if the petals are about to open.

In autumn, apples, oranges, bananas and other fruits in the orchard are all ripe. Uncles and aunts are holding baskets and picking fruits one by one. Those fruits that haven't been picked seem to say, "Pick us quickly! Those who want to buy fruit are waiting for us! "

Autumn is on people. People wear sweaters, vests, sweaters and so on.

Where is autumn? Autumn is in children's eyes. As long as we keep exploring and discovering, we will gain a lot of knowledge that is not available in books.

Autumn in the ancient capital

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Autumn, no matter where, is always good; However, the autumn in the north is particularly clear, quiet and sad. The reason why I have traveled thousands of miles from Hangzhou to Qingdao, and even from Qingdao to Peiping, is to enjoy this "autumn", the autumn flavor of this old capital.

Jiangnan, of course, there is autumn; But the grass is carved slowly, the air is moist, the sky is pale, and it often rains and windy; A person sandwiched between Suzhou, Shanghai, Hangzhou, or Xiamen, Hong Kong and Guangzhou can only feel a little coolness, and the taste, color, artistic conception and posture of autumn can never be fully satisfied, tasted and enjoyed. Autumn is not a famous flower, nor is it wine. Half-drunk is not suitable for enjoying autumn.

It has been nearly ten years since autumn in the north. Every autumn in the south, I always think of the reed flowers in Taoranting, the willow shadows in Diaoyutai, the insects in Xishan, the jathyapple in Yuquan and the bells in Tanzhe Temple. Even if you don't go out in Beiping, you can rent a shabby house and live in the sea of people in the imperial city. Get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea and sit in the yard, you can see the high blue sky and hear the pigeons flying in the blue sky. From the bottom of Sophora japonica leaves, counting a ray of sunshine leaking to the east, or in the broken waist, facing the blue morning glory like morning glory, you can naturally feel the autumn breath. When it comes to morning glory, I think blue or white is the best, followed by purple and black, and pink is the lowest. It is best to have a few sparse and slender autumn grasses as a foil at the bottom of the morning glory.

The locust tree in the northland is also an ornament that can remind people of Qiu Lai. Like flowers, but not flowers, they will spread all over the floor in the morning. When you step on it, there is no sound, no smell, only a little tiny and soft touch. After sweeping the street in the shade, the silk pattern of the broom falling on the dust looks exquisite, leisurely and subconsciously lonely. The ancient dream that the world knows autumn is in these depths.

Qiu Chan's faint lingering sound is a specialty of the north; Because there are trees everywhere in Beiping and the houses are low, you can hear them singing everywhere. In the south, you have to go to the suburbs or the mountains to hear Qiu Chan's cry, which is like a cricket and a mouse in Beiping and a housefly that every household keeps at home.

There is also autumn rain. The autumn rain in the north seems to be stranger, more delicious and more decent than that in the south.

Under the gloomy sky, a cool breeze suddenly came and it began to rain. It rained a layer, the clouds gradually rolled to the west, the sky turned blue again, and the sun appeared again; Wearing thick green shirts or jackets, idle people in the city bite their pipes and walk up and stand under the bridge in the shadow of the oblique bridge after the rain. When they meet acquaintances, they will use a slow tone and say with a sigh:

"Oh, it's cold-""This word is pronounced very high and dragged on for a long time. )

"Isn't it? A layer of autumn rain is cold! "

Northerners always read array characters like layers of words, which are flat and even. This mispronounced rhyme is just right.

Fruit trees in the north are also a miracle for Qiu Lai. The first is jujube; It will grow up in the corner, on the wall, beside the toilet and at the door of the kitchen. This is the heyday of autumn. Like olives and pigeon eggs, jujube trees show light green and yellow in small oval leaves. Jujube leaves fall, jujube is red, and there will be a northwest wind. Convenience in the north is a dusty world. Only these dates, persimmons and grapes ripen at the turn of July and August, which is a good day for clear autumn in the north and the best golden day of the year.

Some critics say that China's bachelor of arts, especially poets, are full of decadent colors, so there are many words praising autumn in China's poems. But what about foreign poets? Although I don't read many foreign poems and essays, and I don't want to write bills for autumn poems and essays, if you look through the collected works of poets in Britain, Germany, France, Italy and other countries, or the philosophy of peace in poetry and essays in various countries, you can always see a lot of praises and lamentations about autumn. There is always a part about autumn in the long pastoral poems or four seasons poems of famous great poets. It is the best and the most interesting. It serves to show that sentient animals and interesting human beings can always cause deep, distant, severe and bleak feelings for autumn. Not only a poet, but also a prisoner in prison. In autumn, I think I will feel a kind of affection that I can't have; Autumn belongs to people, so there is no country, let alone the difference between race and class. In China, there is an idiom "autumn scholar" in the text, and there are very common readers such as Ouyang Zi's Autumn Sound and Su Dongpo's Red Cliff Fu, so we feel that the relationship between China literati and autumn is particularly deep. However, the strong smell of autumn, especially in China, can only be felt in the north.

Autumn in the south, of course, also has its unique places, such as the bright moon on the Twenty-four Bridges, the autumn tide in Qiantang River, the cool fog in Putuo Mountain, the residual lotus in Lizhi Bay and so on. , but the color is not strong and the aftertaste is not lasting. Compared with Qiu Lai in the north, it is like yellow rice wine and dry rice, porridge and steamed bread, bass and crabs, yellow dogs and camels.

Autumn, autumn in the north, if I can stay, I would like to fold two-thirds of my life for a third of it.

The gorgeous four seasons and autumn colors are the most beautiful.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, with four distinct seasons, are the most beautiful scenery endowed by nature. Flowers are fragrant in spring, sunny in summer, Ye Er in autumn and snow and frost in winter; Spring is prosperous, summer is lush, autumn is gorgeous and winter is pure; Spring is vigorous, summer is noisy, autumn is lofty and winter is quiet; There are flowers in spring, moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. American famous sentences describing the four seasons, just like the changing seasons, have their own aesthetic feeling and charm. Everything the elder said is ready. In my mind, autumn scenery is the most beautiful of the four seasons.

Everything is complacent in the wait and see. The so-called poetic style is nothing more than natural beauty in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Only those who know how to appreciate can appreciate its beauty. Autumn scenery is the most poetic. Lush trees, blooming flowers and thick grass. Lush plants and beautiful scenery are the beautiful world endowed by nature. It's really intoxicating and haunting. Birds in the forest, butterflies in the flowers and dragonflies on the grass represent the songs of life. Listening to cicadas in the forest, enjoying lotus flowers in Chi Pan and boating on the lake are the best enjoyment. There is a cool autumn wind blowing head-on, and it feels so comfortable and amazing. The starry autumn night, the bright moon, the bright starry sky and the breeze bring people a lot of reverie and fantasy, which can't help but make people feel moved and deeply touched. How many beautiful scrolls are painted by how many painters, and how many touching poems are written by how many literati and poets. It's really picturesque and fascinating.

The scenery in autumn is beautiful, charming and colorful. Autumn is the harvest season, which brings people the joy of harvest. Everything is mature, fruitful, beaming and happy in my heart. Round orange persimmons hang on trees; Golden pear fruit, covered with branches. Snow-white cotton is like a sea of clouds, yellow corn is piled in the yard, bright red peppers are hung in front of the window, and crisp red dates are hung on the trees. The sun is shining, the breeze is blowing gently, the mountains are everywhere, and the land is autumn scenery. Can such a beautiful autumn be beautiful? The beauty of autumn scenery can be appreciated not only with eyes, but also with ears. You can also chew with your mouth and feel with your heart. Otherwise, people say "spring flowers and autumn fruits"?

The beauty of autumn scenery is a bleak beauty. Autumn is the season when the autumn wind is bleak, all trees fall leaves and all flowers wither. "An autumn leaf, a little banana and a little sorrow". The word "autumn" plus "heart" becomes "sorrow". Therefore, autumn is always nostalgic and full of melancholy. Liu Yuxi, a great writer in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem: "When the autumn wind comes, the geese will be sent in the rustling, and the lonely guests will smell it first in the morning." In the classic Dream of Red Mansions, there is also a saying that "autumn window is endless, and autumn rain can help desolation". The fruit has experienced wind and rain, showed its true colors, fulfilled its mission, brought joy to people, but dedicated itself. The leaves are yellow and the maple leaves are red, which looks good, but the autumn wind blows slightly, and the leaves pile up and become fertilizer to nourish the roots; Flowers also bloom brilliantly at the last moment, releasing beauty. Wait for it to wither together, wither together. For flowers, as long as they can bloom, even for a short moment, they will not live up to this life. In fact, isn't it the same in a person's life?

The world is not perfect. Whether it is flowers in spring, fruits in summer, fruits in autumn or grass in winter. Their growth is not smooth sailing, and there are always shortcomings of one kind or another. But they all worked hard, struggled, persisted and flourished. Although bleak, it is beautiful. I have always liked Tagore's poem, "Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves." I appreciate the saying, "Even the last sunset at dusk will shine brilliantly. It is the last struggle unwilling to degenerate and sink, and it is also a pursuit of active love for the supreme life. It doesn't care that it will be covered by green hills in the end. Perhaps this is what nature wants to tell people about life. "

Autumn scenery is the most beautiful of the four seasons. It not only brings people beautiful enjoyment, but also brings people wonderful feelings. Friend, are you right?

Autumn, chrysanthemum forever.

Text/Red Moon

Autumn wind blows gently, blowing the beauty of autumn, leaving the troubles of teenagers behind in the season when wild chrysanthemums are fragrant. ...

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The autumn wind is strong, blowing away tenderness;

The lingering autumn rain brings acacia.

It's autumn, and the wind is full of stars and cold. Open the window will feel cool, will feel the autumn wind and autumn rain, sad fans. "When the first leaf falls, I know that autumn is coming quietly. So, put on that warm milky cashmere sweater and take good care of this sad season. Milky white is his favorite color. He said I looked more like a doll in milky white.

When the fragrance of chrysanthemums begins to diffuse, I always think of the small town full of wild chrysanthemums in my memory. I know I have something on my mind, such as the irresistible growth of vines and grass under the call of spring. My heart is the wild chrysanthemum on the grass in front of the building. My heart is the wild chrysanthemum on the slope of my hometown town.

In the small town in my memory, the poetry of wild chrysanthemums should be everywhere this season, right? Are you still deeply homesick for the sigh that people are thinner than yellow flowers when you tasted chrysanthemums with me on a small slope?

Colorful rich chrysanthemums on the soil slope are content with a plain and pure situation and are not afraid. It has the appearance of indifference, such as water; It has experienced the destruction of wind and frost, like a sword. Silently telling the story of autumn, some small promises. ...

The rhyme of autumn night

Blowing a slight cool breeze, under the soft light of the silvery white moon, a voice whispered in my ear: Autumn has arrived. ......

Slightly cold, covered with white gauze as soft as moonlight, flying in the deep blue sky like agate leaves, safely falling on my hands, I looked down at this small leaf, although a little yellow, but still so cute, let you return to your origin! I blew it gently and it flew away again.

I looked up again, and the moon was more beautiful. Half a silvery white plate hangs in the sky, and there are several faint flashes in the boundless sky. I don't know if it is the stars in the sky or the lights on the ground. Not far away, there was a whisper from the next room, occasionally mixed with the sound of the wind blowing leaves and the lingering songs of birds.

When the footsteps of summer are still lingering, in the season, the messenger of autumn has quietly come to the world. At the moment when the goddess of two seasons passed by, nature attributed his boldness of vision and lofty sentiments to the wind. Then, as the weather turned cold, a page completely belonging to autumn scenery was displayed in front of people.

I wandered out to the quiet Little Square. The grass is silent, so are the trees, but I seem to hear them whispering again. What are you talking about? I must be dissatisfied with Qiu Shen ... A plane flew overhead and broke this beautiful silence. The moon is crazy, and so are the plants. The wind is not so soft, with Xiao Long and dragons. The darkness shook, and the moon and stars were hidden by an elf and naughty clouds. Soon, the clouds drifted away reluctantly. The moon smiled and the light was brighter. At the moment when the clouds floated away, the earth was gradually illuminated by silver light, as if seeing hope after the darkness receded.

The light came back again, and a trace of warmth flooded into my heart. ......

Autumn (prose)

-Jiangnan spring rain

I love autumn because of its color, water, wind and harvest. Autumn gives people unlimited enjoyment, enrichment and reverie.

I like autumn, first of all, because of its color. This is because the colors in winter are too depressing, the spring is too bright and the summer is too dull. Only autumn is crisp, sunny and full of harvest, which is pleasing to the eye.

I love autumn, secondly because of its autumn water. The deeper the autumn water, the more colorless it is. This is the clearest time of the year, without any impurities. Living in the world of mortals for a long time, standing by the lake of Qiushui can receive the effect of peace of mind, wash away the troubles in your heart, and purify and sublimate your mind. In the early Tang Dynasty, Wang Bo's poem "Autumn Water * * * is one color in the sky", which I thought was a praise for autumn water's mind, demeanor and realm.

I love autumn because of its autumn wind. I think autumn wind is the wind of righteousness, and all decadent things are frightened in front of it. Autumn wind is the only wind with suffocating air, which makes the earth cleaner and more lovely and further optimizes species. There is infinite hope in the autumn wind.

I like autumn, because autumn is the harvest season. The earth in autumn is full of the joy of harvest, and everywhere exudes the warmth of hard work and return. Through joy and warmth, I can always feel the hardships and sweat behind me, making the harvest more attractive.

I like autumn. Love her reality and love her maturity.