The composition of Qiuyu 1 is "Every autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times". "Autumn" and "sorrow" seem to be connected. Metaphysically, the word "sorrow" has a "heart". It is not unreasonable for ancient literati and poets to use the word "autumn" as the spokesman of "sorrow"
So, what makes this autumn full of faint sadness?
Is it a maple leaf with red eyes? A lonely red maple is quietly rooted in the water. A maple leaf fell with the wind, made a beautiful turn in the air and landed quietly under the tree. Squat down, pick up this maple leaf and touch the rough leaves and withered veins with your fingertips. Such a gaunt face records its short life and vicissitudes. Put it back under the tree where it belongs.
Turn around and a ray of sunshine penetrates your eyes. Although the autumn wind is slightly chilly, the warm sunshine is still moving. Look at the sun shining obliquely on the water, listen to the sound of it dancing gently on the water, and the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves ... In fact, autumn is not necessarily full of sadness!
The yellow reeds on the shore swayed slightly in the wind. That yellow becomes bright in the sun. If there is anything, it feels so close, but it is so far away. The golden light it reflects seems to have the power to destroy everything in an instant, which makes people intoxicated.
The osmanthus trees on the roadside quietly opened, and the strong aroma came to the nose. Gently shaking the trunk, golden petals flying all over the sky, in an instant, the fragrance of osmanthus spread and filled the whole sky. It is estimated that even the most delicate flowers will be ashamed.
Suddenly, a flying figure fell into my eyes and quietly landed on a wild flower beside me-a butterfly that came home late. Dressed in a white dress, it seems to fall from the sky, pure and beautiful, with an inviolable holiness and feeling out of reach. After stopping on the flower for a while, it got up, flapped its wings and walked against the wind, leaving an arc and never looking back.
Perhaps, this autumn sadness can lead to Daiyu's feelings, but on a moonlit night like water, you will find that this autumn whisper is not all sorrow.
Please learn to listen, listen to the voices of the four seasons, and realize life. -inscription
Among the four seasons, I only love autumn, nothing else, but simply like it, like its unique quietness, like its charming charm, and even like to listen to its gripping autumn language with my heart.
The breeze in Xu Lai brings coolness. I know it's coming, autumn is coming, and my favorite autumn is coming.
Listen, that cheerful laughter, yes, that is the cry of early autumn, it is shouting, it is shouting with all its strength, just to tell us that the harvest season is coming. In the field, the wheat has matured quietly. In the breeze, it shakes its slender waist like a willow, as if to tell the farmers' uncles that they are ripe and you can harvest. On the other side of the rice field, it is even more exaggerated. Scarecrow put on golden coat, dyed golden hair, sang and danced in rice fields, sang charming songs, attracted passers-by and stopped to listen to autumn language.
Listen, talk happily and hum in the breeze. In the park, the big trees put on their new clothes and stood quietly on both sides of the path, enjoying the unique tranquility in autumn. The breeze blew and broke the silence. The trees were unhappy and shook their heads. However, the leaves took the opportunity to escape and left the tree, playing with the wind, very cheerful. So the tree stretched out its hands and said goodbye to the leaves, telling them to be careful, or stay with it and don't go. Leaves flying in the wind show that they don't want to stay with trees. They want to pursue their dreams, see the outside world and feel it. Then there was a cheerful conversation in the park.
I like listening to autumn language, not only for its touching laughter, but also for its unique sadness.
Late autumn, autumn rain is coming. Listen, the voice outside the window is autumn rain. The drizzle hits the banana leaves and ticks, like a lonely woman crying under the banana tree. It is so helpless and helpless. Who hurt her and made her so sad? The drizzle fell on the ground, and it was suspected that a mother was kissing her children to soothe their sadness. The river rushes and rings and never returns. That's heartless. Rainy days are sad, cold and sad, not to mention autumn rain. Hold up an umbrella, walk in the wind and rain, and listen attentively to the autumn language.
I like autumn, and I like the language of autumn more, because autumn is changeable, with joy and sorrow, like life, with joy and sorrow. This is the whole of life. Listen to autumn language and realize life.
The composition of autumn language 3 autumn in fairy tales is beautiful because of obscurity; Autumn in reality is sad because of sadness and beautiful because of sadness. The morning air flows quietly, and there is not a cloud in the light blue sky. Only a light blue sky, isolated from the world. ...
Autumn is the moment when everything ends. The leaves are crumbling, ready to throw themselves into the embrace of the earth; Flowers that have been blooming all summer can only hang their heads and wait to disappear; Even the chrysanthemum was defeated by Qiu. It seems that sitting in Qiu Li, there is no glory, no glory, and only a silent death.
I'm looking for a glimmer of hope in life. I let the dead leaves creak under my feet, and I don't care. I'm still trying to find them.
Suddenly, I saw an unknown plant sprouting. What is this? In autumn, it hasn't opened yet. So, I began to watch naively and stubbornly. At first, I imagined with anticipation how warm her posture would be when she bloomed in autumn; What kind of coat will she wear to show her elegance ... However, the long anxiety for several days has slipped away and started to turn into despair. The lost heart suddenly fell into the melancholy valley.
Why does it bloom? In Qiu Li, it is destined to be pushed from a sunny paradise to a dark grave, and three-quarters of dreams will be dashed. Does it have the strength and courage to pursue a "flash in the pan" that is not spectacular? It must know better than anyone: maybe tomorrow won't belong to it.
But I was wrong, it gave me a fairy tale ending-quietly blooming. At this moment, this season, it is so calm, its petals are white, its eyes are as thin as cicadas, there is no strong fragrance, but it is a bit green. Suddenly there was a breeze blowing, and it was trying to stretch its breath. That persistent and hard-working attitude suddenly turned into a tidal fire, which touched me. I know I have given up.
Unconsciously, I understand that even if it blooms, it is a pale and thin petal. Without the singing of bees and the flying of butterflies, it is doomed to wither in loneliness. But it still blooms regardless.
Flowers, beautiful, beautiful to tears; Autumn is very cold and beautiful. There are fairy tales in reality. I feel and am excited in fairy tales!
Autumn composition 4 Autumn in my hometown is a busy autumn, a harvest autumn and a delicious autumn. When a wisp of fragrance dyed the earth golden, farmers began to be busy in autumn. At that time, there were golden pumpkins everywhere, some hanging, some lying down, and what's more, they were hung upside down. However, no matter what posture, rushing to the full golden yellow is worthy of farmers' pride. At noon every day, people who work in the fields will find a pumpkin with the right size, skillfully remove the top and inner core with a knife, add rice and water, and cover it with fire. In less than half an hour, they can have a refreshing and sweet pumpkin meal.
At that time, the rice in the paddy field had put on new clothes and stood neatly in the field, like an army waiting for inspection. Farmers will choose to harvest in sunny days and then air them for a few days. When the rice is initially dehydrated, the melody waved by people will ring in the field-that is, farmers are "threshing millet". Knocked and threshed rice will be bagged and transported back to their small granary.
In order to get a better harvest, people always try to finish the rice in one day, so they always eat "noon"-chicken soup rice noodles at noon. The noon on the day of "playing millet" is also the happiest time for our children, because they can "eat" with their working parents. Cut the local fresh chicken into pieces and cook in the soup. When the rice noodles are cooked, they are served with chicken soup. In addition, the mashed dry fried peanuts and various seasonings are very fragrant. We can always eat bowls of rice noodles. Under the delicious food, it is enough to sweep away the fatigue of labor and make people linger. Of course, there are golden lines in the ground, like the straight pole of a private soldier, and there are golden lines with jewel luster-corn. Harvesting corn is different from harvesting rice. It takes a lot of people to harvest rice. You can harvest at home or together. You can harvest slowly, or you can harvest vigorously ... In short, when carts full of bagged corn come home at night, farmers always smile.
There are many stories in my hometown, which are integrated into my life and labor. Autumn in my hometown is golden autumn, delicious autumn and busy autumn ... What's more, the display of farmers' labor achievements in one year and the return they pay in one year are the harmony between man and nature.
The sunset in the west painted the sky with a little lonely orange, which quietly melted into a touch of light purple with the clean blue in the sky. Undissolved precipitation on the clouds, abrupt golden condensation of a fallen leaf in the sky, and the yellow maple leaves on the roadside rise and fall on the classical and vicissitudes of the road. With the wind, like wings that have not yet been opened, carrying the years of wind and frost, it broke through the ground.
The sun sets, the drizzle hangs obliquely, the rain hits the phoenix tree and the yellow flowers are everywhere. The person who guards the window alone is as thin as a yellow flower, and the unspeakable sadness drops his brow and slides into his heart with the misty autumn rain. On a dark day, the misty fog is reflected in the misty rain, gathered at the tip of the leaf and falls together, infiltrating into the land where yellow flowers accumulate. One moonlit night, the curved moon hung with loneliness, sadness and yearning, staring at everything in the moonlight.
Fallen leaves tell not sadness and sorrow, but let the passage of time carve wheel marks on the tree. Yuzryha's body is once again in nirvana, experiencing the beauty of life again, so that they can face the rain, snow, wind and frost indifferently, or turn into dark brown branches and be silent. Looking at the sunshine across the leaves, stroking the delicate veins, looking at the light green with a layer of light yellow light, watching the small insects quietly telling the story of the two on the branches and leaves.
The bleak wind, instead of sadness and frustration, rolled up the memories of the past years and switched from season to season. If it is not the opening and closing of the scene, compatible with the disorderly season, how can we win, but we have been immersed in the memories of the past, forgetting the beauty of today and the hope of tomorrow, how can life continue, and the wind drags our thoughts forward.
The drizzle, instead of loneliness and gloom, has shed the hope of nourishing life. It is scattered everywhere by fallen leaves, buried in the soil, a little wet, cut the soil, made fertile soil, slowly brewed in spring, and finally exposed in the spring air. Ye's soul looks at the same life course as himself. Rain throws life forward.
Everything in autumn is telling a story. Autumn is not the withering and loss of life, but the blooming of spring flowers in the coming year.
Autumn composition 6 All the year round, cold comes and summer goes, and I love autumn alone: spring is like a naive and romantic little girl, innocent but without connotation; Summer is a passionate girl, full of temptation but easy to burn; Winter is like an old woman walking alone, complaining about sadness and sorrow in her back; Only autumn is a middle-aged lady with a variety of amorous feelings, elegant and mature, with a long charm. ...
Autumn is a fascinating and pleasing season: autumn is picturesque-blue sky and white clouds are long; Green hills are lush; The green water, the eyes are rippling; Autumn is crisp and quiet; Rhododendron maple leaves are red, chrysanthemums are as yellow as gold and as white as snow, willows are dancing, and osmanthus is spitting. ...
Autumn is a mature season: the trees are full of fruits, the flowers are overflowing, the fields are full of fragrant rice, the frogs are screaming, the water is full of crab fat, and the fishermen sing late. ...
This is the season for workers. Hard sweat brought the joy of harvest, and they sang and danced.
This is a festive season; Under the ideal pursuit and sweat of * *, the fruit is ripe, and how many men and women are married in this golden October? ...
The autumn moon is bright, cool and affectionate, illuminating lonely passers-by at night and shedding tears of acacia for Iraqis everywhere; In particular, the moon on the fifteenth day is particularly round, which has entrusted China people with the eternal dream of reunion: in the eyes of border guards' families, the full moon is a round military medal, with a semicircle and a semicircle; In the eyes of lovers in love, it is the bright lamp carried by Yue Lao, the goddess of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon, and the rings and earrings worn by each other at the wedding. In the eyes of the elderly, it is a gold medal for children thousands of miles away to go home. Watching the children sit in groups of three or five, like a bright moon shining in their hearts, they are intoxicated in the greeting conversation. ...
Autumn in Qiu Ren, autumn scenery, autumn is fading away ... Just say it if you want, but it's a cool autumn!