Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring. -inscription
"It's late autumn when the maple leaves are falling ..." When this familiar old song rings in my ear, my thoughts drift away. ...
Many people love the vitality of spring, the enthusiasm of summer and the solemnity of winter, but I am only fascinated by the bleak autumn. Because this is a unique beauty.
The "Lin Su" and "Apes Crying Constantly" of the Three Gorges have always been yearned for and fascinated by passionate literati in past dynasties, but I said that autumn in the north also has unique beauty.
The autumn wind is bleak, mercilessly scaring the leaves to the ground and water. She looks cold, but in fact she follows endless natural laws: take it away when it is time to take it away, metabolize it when it is time to metabolize, and be clean and refreshing. Resolute and decisive, bold, this is Qiu Feng's' character'.
The Woods in autumn are also a landscape. Autumn is like a fairy, waving her wand and turning the forest into a layer of forest, red and flowing gold. The leaves of poplar are all yellow, so people can't help but pick up a piece as a bookmark; The leaves of the phoenix tree also turned yellow, which reminds people of poems such as "Cold Sound from Leaves of Wu" and "Autumn Old Phoenix Tree". They are messengers of autumn, telling people the news of autumn.
What haunts me most is the continuous autumn rain. When others are closing their eyes at home, I hold an umbrella and take my camera to feel the autumn rain. Autumn rain is not as precious as oil as spring rain, nor as free and unrestrained as summer rain, but it is beautiful and sad, playing her unique tune, just like the quaint sound of a flute. She is like a girl's affectionate tears, silently telling love and pain. It seems that the literati are lamenting that "luck is bad and there are many roads in life." I walked in the rain and pressed the shutter to keep this beauty. ...
Strolling through the manor, I am alone in this autumn scenery that belongs to me, banishing my heart, integrating with nature, talking with the maple forest, listening to the murmur of the stream, enjoying the autumn rhyme of the lake, and feeling the maple leaf with my heart: Is the leaf leaving because of the pursuit of the wind or the abandonment of the tree?
I really want to keep this intoxicating late autumn, this season will eventually fade away, and the frost in early winter is already thick. I really want to leave some vivid and beautiful notes in the depths of this late autumn!
Maybe I read too many graceful words, or maybe I am sentimental by nature. In a word, I love everything that belongs to autumn. Because, she is also a kind of beauty, a unique beauty, like a graceful word, so that elegant people of all ages can find beauty and intoxicate.