1. What are the philosophical sentences describing autumn?

1. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising. (Cao Cao: "Viewing the Sea")

2. The three autumn leaves that have fallen off can bloom February flowers. (Li Qiao: "Wind")

3. Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn. (Li Shen: "Compassion for the Farmers")

4. I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the leaves of the yellow flowers will wither. ("Han Yuefu? Long Song Xing")

5. The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is docked with ships thousands of miles away from the Eastern Wu Dynasty. (Du Fu: "Quatrains")

6. The light of the lake and the moon are harmonious, and there is no windshield on the surface of the pool that has not been polished. (Liu Yuxi: "Looking at the Dongting")

7. Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, but I say that autumn is better than spring. (Liu Yuxi: "Autumn Poems")

8. The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters the fireflies. (Du Mu: "Autumn Eve")

9. When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past? (Li Yu: "Poppy")

10. I wanted to stop talking, but I said it was a cool day in autumn. (Xin Qiji: "Ugly Nuer? Shu Bo Shan Daozhong") 2. Philosophical sentences about autumn

The time is September, and the preface belongs to the third autumn

Wei: auxiliary word, meaningless . Order: Season.

Tang Wang Bo's "Farewell Preface to the Knee King's Pavilion in Hongfu in Autumn"

Autumn

In the blink of an eye, autumn has quietly come to us. The weather is getting cooler, the sky is getting higher, the clouds are getting lighter, and the leaves are falling. Everything seemed to happen overnight without anyone noticing.

Autumn is red. It can be seen that the fiery red maple leaves on the mountain are as red as fire, like burning fire, bringing us a little warmth in the cool autumn. Red is like bright red blood, like the blood flowing in our veins, symbolizing life and vitality, just like our life.

Autumn is blue. The sky was blue as if it had been dyed. High in the sky, migratory birds occasionally fly over, chirping sadly, as if they are telling people something. Walking out of the city, it feels empty, with a wide road leading into the distance. Leading to a place we don’t know. Are you and me projected on the blue sky? Forget it, let’s hurry on.

Autumn is golden. The wheat grows angrily against the sun, like a golden ocean, and farmers are waiting for a good harvest. Autumn is a season of expectation, a season of harvest, and a season that will not let your hopes fail.

Looking at the breath exhaled from the mouth, the weather is getting colder. I turned up my collar and felt the cool weather. As I walked on the road, the birds in the sky always made me look around. I suddenly felt that I had no idea whether it was cold or warm. Tomorrow can only be colder than today, what should I do? How can I find a warm place? I have no idea. I can only keep walking, in the cold autumn weather, under the high autumn sky.

The wind blew mercilessly on my body and my heart. My already cold heart suddenly felt a crushing pain. Where should I go tomorrow? What should I do? Do I still have a reason to continue living? I am confused, I am confused, in the cold autumn weather, under the high autumn sky.

Do you also feel the arrival of autumn at this moment? Are you thinking about the same problem as me?

I heard singing in the distance, the singing was sad but brilliant.

I saw the road in the distance, which was long but broad.

I feel you from a distance, you are beautiful and kind.

I walked on the road, I kept walking, I kept singing, in the cold autumn weather, under the high autumn sky.

Start dancing in the directionless wind, or tighten your shoelaces and listen to distant singing. 3. Beautiful and philosophical sentences about autumn

Dusk in late autumn always comes very quickly, and the sun sets in the Western Mountains before the water vapor evaporated by the sunlight on the mountains and fields dissipates. As a result, the mist wind in the valley brought a strong coolness, driving the white mist to wander down the mountain; and the shadow of the mountain peak pressed down on the village faster, and the shadow became thicker and thicker, gradually blending into the night. But soon, it turned silver-grey again by the moonlight.

The bright moon, which is not yet full, gradually rises into the sky. A transparent gray cloud faintly blocked the moonlight, and a light smoke seemed to be hanging over the field, and the strands were falling off, as if falling into a dream. After the evening clouds drifted over, the smoke disappeared from the fields, and the clear light like water washed over the soft autumn night.

On an autumn night, the sky is high and the dew is thick, and a crescent moon hangs quietly on the southwest horizon. The cold moonlight shone down on the earth, it was so dim, but the stars in the Milky Way became more and more brilliant. In the dense and boundless fields of sorghum, corn, and millet, the chirping of autumn insects echoed one after another. Grasshoppers also occasionally added a few accompaniments, and the earth blowers were like blowing chillies intermittently. Willow trees hang down their branches quietly on the roadside, casting shadows over the winding path covered with wild grass.

...The moon came up, but it was half covered by clouds. She was hiding far away in the cracks of the trees, like a country girl, shy. In the past, Ji Changguan satin porphyry and other conspirators advised Han Hua people: "When you come out after calling for thousands of times, you still hold the pipa and half cover your face." Quite a bit! The clouds were getting thicker and thicker, so he was too lazy to care. But I thought, if it was an autumn night, it would be nice to have some west wind.

Although it is not a real pine tree, you should still hear the sound of the surging "waves". 4. Philosophical articles about autumn scenery

"The feeling of autumn is strong, how much sadness there is in autumn" The autumn wind rustles, the autumn rain drops, the sky becomes colder, and the heart becomes colder.

The autumn wind locks in the prosperity of summer, and the autumn rain brings up the vicissitudes of life. The autumn wind blows, awakening many sentimental people, and the continuous autumn rain wets many tender feelings.

Sit quietly in front of the window, listen to the last cry of the cicada, and take a look at the yellowing leaves. Who knows how sad autumn can be? Looking up at the blue sky in autumn, a few white clouds leisurely make you forget the hustle and bustle of the world, forget the seasons for the time being, and savor the years of life. Although spring is vigorous, summer is destined to be warm, and the footsteps of the years will not stop. All vitality comes in spring It sprouts in the summer and grows in the summer, while autumn is the season of maturity. Its notes are steady in the heavy and harvest in the hope. The rhyme of autumn is strong and full of emotions. My thoughts are always melancholy in autumn. I always don’t want to see the lingering lotus and listen to the rain, and I always don’t want to see the wild geese returning to the south. It seems that autumn is the sorrow of separation. Who wrote the word "Autumn + Heart" for sorrow? , the autumn in my heart, is it sadness? The autumn days are getting shorter, the autumn nights are longer, the autumn wind is getting cooler, the west wind is blowing behind the curtains, and the weather is cool for a good autumn. "The autumn wind is blowing, and the grass and trees are falling and decaying." "The autumn wind is blowing, and the grass is yellowing, and the geese are returning south."

"How many green lotuses lean on each other and hate each other, looking back for a moment to carry the west wind." - The rhyme of autumn always reminds people of the song of separation. From ancient times to the present, literati and poets, feeling the autumn mood, write about flowers, Without the sadness of parting, there would be these beautiful sayings that have been sung throughout the ages.

Talking about autumn, talking about autumn, in the scene of autumn, there may not be much sadness, but there is still much joy and harvest. In autumn, you have not seen the mature seeds. If you don’t see the growing creatures, stroll the fields and ridges, use your romantic feelings to find a more meaningful artistic conception of life, that is, autumn is just a chain in the cycle of seasons, just like life is also a cycle, if it disappears, it will disappear. There is rebirth, full of hope for life, autumn breeds vitality in front of you. "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring." Let us use a relieved heart to feel that the autumn wind is no longer desolate, and let us use a hopeful heart to be more passionate and high-spirited with the charm of autumn.

I ask myself again how much sorrow there is in autumn. I want to say, don’t use words to fabricate autumn sorrow. Write about autumn, the mood of autumn is strong, feel about autumn, don’t be sentimental, if you want to dance the strings, just sing a song praising autumn.

5. "Early Autumn Rain" A light breeze slipped in through the open window. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, smelling the breath of early autumn rain - a slight sadness hidden in the coolness.

Although it is only early autumn, the wind no longer has the invincible and overriding momentum it had in midsummer. Maybe it’s because I’m tired of the high-altitude loneliness and want to find something I’ve lost since spring.

Although it has experienced continuous autumn rain for several days, the trees on both sides of the road are still as lush as they were in midsummer, and there are not many fallen leaves scattered on the concrete floor of the city. I remember that when I was a child, I had a strong aversion to rain, especially the continuous drizzle in spring and now.

At that time, I was still living in the old house built by my grandfather in the suburbs. It feels like the sky has passed through rice paper that has been splashed with ink by a master of ink painting, which makes people feel inexplicably depressed and dull.

The main reason is that I can only be trapped in the house and cannot go out to play at will. So I hope that the rain will pass soon and the sky will clear up soon.

However, this continuous autumn rain seems to be against me, and it lasts for several days. Sometimes I am really bored, so I sit at the gate and watch the patter of rain gathering into several small puddles in the potholes in the courtyard, watching countless ripples constantly being reincarnated in the ponds.

The overflowing rainwater and new rainwater merged into several small streams that I thought were about one finger wide, flowing down the small soil slope outside the courtyard and disappearing at the end of sight. Where will it flow? I started to imagine, and then I became bored.

The rain will eventually stop, no matter how long it lasts. As the rain slowly decreased, the sky gradually became brighter.

Sometimes the sun rises too quickly, and you will see the real "sunrise in the east and rain in the west" scene. The golden raindrops turned into golden ripples, still reincarnating in the golden pond in the courtyard.

I also gradually understood that the most beautiful sunshine is not when there are no clouds in the sky and the sun is shining but it is very hot, but now after days of rain, the sad clouds have just dissipated and the air is moist and cool. When it clears up after the rain. As a result, my dislike of rain lessened, and at the same time I became fond of the sunny days after the rain.

(Short Literature Network) The rain had gradually stopped at this time. I habitually want to go to the balcony to see the clear sky after several days of continuous autumn rain... 6. "Autumn Rain" This year's autumn rain seems to come very early and very different. The continuous autumn rain has fallen all day long. Another night of darkness.

The quiet arrival of autumn rain reveals a kind of vitality and a little clarity. This autumn rain, like smoke and mist, rushes into the embrace of the earth; this autumn rain, pattering, is like a beautiful picture scroll; this autumn rain, rustling, seems to be like a beautiful string music.

The first autumn rain has arrived gracefully, and the falling silky autumn rain is floating on the sky. The lush branches and leaves become greener with her ticking sound, and the tender green grass and blooming The flowers became more and more lovely under her caress. The autumn rain fell on the earth, and everything suddenly became moist.

Chong'er was quietly listening to Qiu Yu's story. The white clouds were hiding quietly, as if they were tired of floating and hid for a while.

This noisy world seems to be much quieter every day. After the next few autumn rains, the leaves turned yellow, and some fell with the autumn rain and fell into the embrace of the earth.

The flowers have also withered, and the petals have fallen, covering the earth. It adds a bit of color to the "simple" earth. Missing are the beautiful silhouettes of butterflies flying, and the busy bees among the flowers.

But I saw the golden ground and the fragrant rice. A bit cool in autumn, a bit tragic.

But this does not affect people's mood. They are still busy working and living, and their every day is still so fulfilling and enjoyable. Autumn rain, autumn rain, you come and go like this in the four seasons.

Qiu Yu, Qiu Yu, you just pass by in such a hurry. I really want to keep the few autumn rains in this autumn and let time freeze in this moment of late summer and early autumn, and we will be forever young and happy because of this.

As the days pass, the walls of an ancient well are slowly covered with fresh moss. Spring comes and autumn goes, and winter comes again in a blink of an eye.

Except for the thick and thin clothes on his body. 5. Philosophical sentences about autumn

The time is September in Wei, and the preface belongs to the third autumn. Wei: a auxiliary word, meaningless.

Order: Season. "Farewell Preface to the King's Pavilion of Hongfu in Autumn" by Wang Bo of the Tang Dynasty Autumn has come to us quietly in the blink of an eye.

The weather is getting cooler, the sky is getting higher, the clouds are getting lighter, and the leaves are falling. Everything seemed to happen overnight without anyone noticing.

Autumn is red. It can be seen that the fiery red maple leaves on the mountain are as red as fire, like burning fire, bringing us a little warmth in the cool autumn.

Red is like bright red blood, like the blood flowing in our veins, symbolizing life and vitality, just like our life. Autumn is blue.

The sky is blue as if it has been dyed. High in the sky, migratory birds occasionally fly over, chirping sadly, as if they are telling people something.

Walking out of the city, it feels empty, with a wide road leading into the distance. Leading to a place we don’t know.

Are you and me projected on the blue sky? Forget it, let’s hurry on. Autumn is golden.

The wheat grows angrily against the sun, like a golden ocean, and farmers are waiting for a good harvest. Autumn is a season of expectation, a season of harvest, and a season that will not let your hopes fail. Looking at the air exhaled from the mouth, the weather is getting colder.

I turned up my collar and felt the cool weather. As I walked on the road, the birds in the sky always made me look around. I suddenly felt that I had no control over whether it was cold or warm. Tomorrow can only be colder than today, what should I do? How can I find a warm place? I have no idea.

I can only keep walking, in the cold autumn weather, under the high autumn sky. The wind blew mercilessly on my body and on my heart. My already cold heart suddenly felt a crushing pain. Where should I go tomorrow? What should I do? Do I still have a reason to continue living? I am confused, I am confused, in the cold autumn weather, under the high autumn sky.

Do you also feel the arrival of autumn at this moment? Are you thinking about the same problem as me? I heard singing in the distance, the singing was sad but brilliant. I saw the road in the distance. It was long but wide.

I feel you from a distance, you are beautiful and kind. I walked on the road, I kept walking, I kept singing, in the cold autumn weather, under the high autumn sky.

Start dancing in the directionless wind, or tighten your shoelaces and listen to distant singing.