The autumn wind is like a knife, blowing bitterly, raising the dust all over the sky, misty. There are some semi-withered leaves hanging on the desolate and vigorous branches, and they will struggle between seemingly falling and not falling in the autumn wind. After all, they will fall quietly and curl like butterflies.
It is said that autumn is a season of sadness, and it is said that autumn is a time of separation.
I walked on a quiet path in the mountains. In the mountains, every leaf was dyed red by the autumn wind. It seems that I am hunting and dancing in the lonely wind, burning with exuberant vitality and showing the pride of life.
I took a piece, dried it and put it in a book.
On the way down the mountain, I was at a loss, wondering if I could do well in this exam. Although it is only a monthly exam, it is also an evaluation before the mid-term exam. Since the second day of junior high school, I have never been in the top ten of my grade. Every day, I have to face the sigh of the teacher and the disappointment of my parents. I tried again and again with confidence, but in the end I failed.
When I got home, I turned on the computer and turned on the stereo at full blast. I gently and wearily threw away my exercise books and books.
I don't want to learn anything, and I don't want to play anymore.
After every hard struggle, I have only one hand left.
Just, just, just like this, struggling at the forefront of the grade, as if the struggle is endless. However, I'm not a genius, and it's impossible to satisfy everyone every time.
The wet and cool wind blew in, and the books spread out on the table were blown over several pages, and the papers were twisted together and creaked.
The fiery red maple leaves, lightly free from the shackles of books, float lightly in the room. The trace of its movement is not fast, extremely soothing and extremely firm. Obviously, life has been separated from the trees on which it depends. However, the fiery red color has not weakened with the passage of life.
Unconsciously, my attention has been completely attracted by the flying maple leaf. I forgot to leave my seat and followed its trajectory in the room to the desk.
After turning on the eye protection lamp, I finally took out my exercise book and draft book and began to calculate the exercises carefully. The nib dances like a beautiful dance.
The room is full of brilliant red.
This autumn, the maple leaves are swaying, and all the misty hopes are dyed red, gorgeous and colorful.
Beautiful Autumn Prose 2 A few days ago, a poet friend of mine sang a poem at a party: Autumn with fingers is not autumn. At that time, I just felt that this sentence was full of Hyunri and Zen, and its secret meaning was incomprehensible. I didn't have a new understanding of this poem until I went to the countryside to perform the task of collecting wind recently.
Saying "collecting wind" is just a grandiose excuse. Actually, I went to see a female classmate in high school. Recently, I was surprised to hear the news that she went back to her hometown to farm. In my impression, she has the reputation of Lin Daojing II. Some people say that she has the temperament of Du Xian, a former news anchor of CCTV. In short, no matter how she dresses up, her way of thinking is very pioneering and is the center of the school storm. At that time, more than one row of boys were crazy about her. Later, more and more boys embraced young male teachers and gradually became a kind of worship of beauty, as pure and pious as Joan of Arc in France in the14th century. Time flies. Since she was easily admitted to an art school in the south, she has nothing. In the current words: go up in smoke.
Now, a classical beauty forgotten by life in my coffin, or a classical beauty who has been sleeping for many years, suddenly appears in the countryside less than a hundred miles from the city where I live. What suspense will it bring? Those nights, my head was like a sidecar, tossing and turning on the pillow, unable to sleep. Actually, her resurrection has nothing to do with me. I'm afraid only men know. It is an innate cherish jade and cherish fragrance, and it is just a devil's worship.
Only at two o'clock will there be a chance to connect into a line. So I decided to draw this line and jump on a Hummer.
After getting off an exit of the expressway, the scenery in front of you is very different. The sky, earth, green, soil and insects are all close at hand. It's October. At 39 degrees north latitude in the northern temperate zone, autumn seems to be more intense. All kinds of leaves, from round fans to small gravel, have different colors, such as red like sunrise and yellow. Being in the thick lines of autumn, I not only feel the real power of the free element, but also feel its maturity, solidity, beauty, solemnity and enthusiasm, which permeates your skin all the time and makes you get an electric shock.
Just when I sighed, the car drove into a huge orchard and stopped, and the destination arrived; I'm about to pick up a Samsung digital camera and capture some initial impressions. I saw a woman come up to me lightly. She did come. My heart hasn't been beating so fast for a long time. Blood jumped up and down on her forehead like a wolf, staring at each other abstractedly. Unbelievable. She is still young and beautiful, and she has become more charming. Time not only left no trace on her, but turned her mouth into a little witch Liu Yifei.
"Hello, Uncle Zuo", a sweet greeting woke me up from my dream. It was her daughter! In an instant, embarrassment flooded into my throat with surprise. I forgot that time is the master of copying life. It always hides behind a big tree and silently puzzles everything for the unforgettable memory of mankind.
After being located in a simple and elegant room, the child told me that her mother went to the provincial capital early in the morning to donate bone marrow to a boy and missed the opportunity to meet my old classmates again. I'm really sorry. I listened to the child's seemingly absent-minded and calm explanations, as if I saw her passing on the best qualities of motherhood to her daughter. I can't help but be deeply moved by the detachment spirit of her mother and daughter. Next, I gradually learned something about her experience. Ten years ago, her lover and the father of her child died heroically in a firefight with drug dealers. That year, she was 30 years old, dragging her six-year-old daughter and living a strong life. In order to comfort her husband, she took out a pension of 200,000 yuan to build a hope primary school for the local government. After getting her wish, she resolutely came here with her daughter and tried her best.
I think her life history is only one or two hundred words, but it takes a lot of effort to complete it. In meditation, I heard a group of dogs barking. The child got up and explained the reason. She and her mother adopted dozens of stray dogs and are now going to feed them. They asked me to rest for tea, and she will be back soon. I also take this opportunity to go out for a walk and relax my ups and downs.
I strolled on the hillside, and there were fruit trees everywhere, including Fuji apples, Sydney, Nanguo pears, rose-scented grapes and winter dates. In the bright sunshine, the momentum is flying and resplendent, and the fragrance and maturity of fruits are everywhere. I swallowed a mouthful of saliva at the people standing on the earth. These unknown trees produced a deep blue and a purple, and were intoxicated by the nature they shaped with spirit and flesh.
Suddenly realized the Zen meaning of "autumn with fingers is not autumn". A truly complete thing is composed of two parts, the object image and the spiritual image, or the material world and the spiritual world. Only by combining them perfectly can they be presented to us in three dimensions. First of all, we should have them in our hearts. My old classmate, she, has been doing these good deeds for half her life, and they have taken root and sprouted in her heart year after year, and they have grown to fruition. This invisible autumn is full of divinity and is invisible to ordinary people.
Instantly happy mood made me raise my eyes and read another philosophical meaning of Mid-Autumn Festival, that is, fruit, which bends autumn into a beautiful arc on the branches.
Beautiful autumn prose 3 can't bear red leaves and moss, cool breeze and drizzle. Autumn rain always falls without shame, unlike the misty childishness of spring rain or the pouring passion of summer rain. She is always intermittent, continuous, tepid, and never stopped from last night to the early morning. The autumn wind beat down with raindrops, fell on the hair and face, and got into the chest through the collar. It falls into a small puddle formed by roadside rain and becomes small bubbles of different sizes floating. Under those rows of willows and poplars, a layer of withered branches and leaves has been scattered. Red, blue and white scattered flower folding umbrellas fluttered in the wet and cold streets, enlivening the originally dull air. There are also big pomegranate hanging on the branches, sticking with water droplets and swaying, which brings together all the expressions in the chat expression package. Some are laughing, some are laughing, some are naughty, and some have cracked their mouths. Red pomegranate seeds exude the temptation of maturity from the inside out. This is what autumn looks like. After experiencing the prosperity in spring and summer, I am indifferent, and I am relieved after knowing the gains and losses of fame and fortune. However, hidden in this tolerant heart is a more beautiful and lovely soul.
Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring. When nature created everything, it endowed each species with different personalities, such as seasons and people. So there will be flowers blooming and falling, ups and downs, joys and sorrows. But I prefer autumn to spring, summer and winter. Just like the scene at the moment, sitting quietly in front of the computer, tapping on the keyboard, my favorite music, a cup of boiled water and a cigarette are all in my voice, and I can think of everything. The whole world seems to be mine. This atmosphere should have nothing to do with the season, right? Actually, it is not. Perhaps only in autumn, only in the autumn rainy season, is it more suitable for such an atmosphere. Just like a song, sometimes you think it is an ordinary song, but when you are in a certain environment, you will find that the lyrics of this song are so touching and the melody is so beautiful.
Autumn is always a little sad, but she is not as sentimental as spring when flowers wither. More is a kind of insight and understanding, atmosphere and tolerance. If the characters in Twelve Golden Hairpins are compared to the four seasons, I think Lin Daiyu is like spring, Qingwen is like summer, Wang Xifeng is like winter, and Qin Keqing should be autumn. Qin Keqing, a controversial and criticized woman in A Dream of Red Mansions, is also one of the twelve golden girls with the most stories. She verified the verdict with mysterious death: boundless love deeply loves her body, when she is satisfied, she will dominate her sexual desire and all her words will flourish. Making trouble is a good start. As for the real mystery, perhaps only Cao Xueqin can know it.
Autumn is charming. She is not as beautifully dressed as spring, nor as passionate as summer, and the sun is free and easy. Perhaps there are a few strands of green hairs in the maple red and green Shan Ye, and a few crow's feet are faintly visible on the winding trunk. But she didn't deliberately decorate and hide, but more came from inner self-confidence and maturity. This self-confidence and maturity from the inside out overcomes everything. It is more intimate, more delicate, more charming and more lovely than flowery and passionate.
Autumn is a rainy season. It is either sunny or rainy. In this rainy season, we can make the past upset experience a little more stable, let those impetuous floating in the past slowly precipitate with the dust, and even let the experience be washed away. Therefore, I am eager to become the same color and personality as autumn. Everything in the atmosphere is inclusive and charming in sadness. It's raining, so I'm alone and silent. But she didn't feel lonely, because she saw how many people stood at the window at the moment, quietly watching, listening to the rain, and listening to her slowly telling stories about her spring and summer that have become memories. Whether it is joy or sadness, her face is always the same calm, but her eyes are wet, so it shouldn't be raining.
It's still raining, and such hot news will pop up on the Internet from time to time. The national football team fought in the rain at the home of the ancient city last night and lost 0:/kloc-0: to Syria. Upstairs in various cities continued to heat up, house prices soared again, Japanese scientists won the Nobel Prize again, the national highway was paralyzed again during the National Day holiday, and the Great Wall of Wan Li, a world cultural heritage, was marked as a tourist here ... Get up, open the window, put out the fire, and it rained.
Beautiful Autumn Essay 4 Autumn is a beautiful, colorful and harvest season, and I love autumn.
The grass in autumn has put on the new clothes in autumn. In the afternoon, the sun shines on the grass, which is as golden as gold and very beautiful. The sun sets in the west, and gradually, people come out for activities, and a group of young people sit together and read books; Old people stand in a row and beat Tai Ji Chuan with slow music; In the distance, teenagers are chasing and fighting on the grass. ...
Autumn wind is not as cool as spring wind, nor as sultry as Xia Feng, nor as turbulent as winter wind. The autumn wind is very gentle, just like a beautiful girl, blowing gently on your face, making people feel very comfortable and cool.
Autumn rain is not like spring rain, which makes people feel wet, nor does it come and go as fast as summer rain, nor is it as cold as winter rain. Autumn rain is gentle. You see, in the soft autumn rain, there are many children's laughter, which is really lively! Autumn rain is more like a beautiful and gentle girl, gently stroking your face, making you feel cool and happy.
Autumn is also a harvest season! Look, in the field, the rice is ripe; In the orchard, the fruit is ripe, the red apples are covered with branches, and the oranges in Huang Chengcheng hang lazily on the branches. ...
Autumn is so beautiful!
Beautiful Autumn Prose 5 Autumn has arrived, golden rice dances in succession, sorghum lifts its torch, pears are painted with the golden color of the moon, and apples run around like a shy little girl without saying a word. Only the high mountain doesn't seem to know that autumn has come, and it is still green.
Autumn is coming, autumn is a colorful picture, autumn is the harvest season for farmers' uncles, and the small trees twist as if dancing for us!
On this day, I went by boat with my parents, my uncle and my sister. I see a green canyon. "Hey, isn't this autumn?" Why is it still green? "I feel strange, oh, I see, it must be afraid of turning yellow, so paint yourself with green paint!
The lake makes waves and the sun shines on the waves. I seem to see the autumn scenery: geese flapping their wings and dancing in the air; Red apples and golden pears, they high-five each other; The autumn wind girl is dressing the fruit doll; Rice bent with laughter; The farmer's uncle is in full swing in the rice field!
The farmer's uncle's face showed joy ... autumn is the most beautiful! I like autumn. Never forget it every year. What about you?
Beautiful autumn prose 6 maybe there should be a handover ceremony.
Let me send the garland woven by Ma Ying to summer.
Because I am a bard.
Poets like to sing in beautiful autumn.
I like singing in beautiful autumn.
My joy has nothing to do with the harvest.
I gave the full ears of rice to my brother Van Gogh, who likes September.
I like the beautiful Holland under the windmill.
I like singing in beautiful autumn.
My happiness has nothing to do with maturity.
My brother and I are both wild children.
He likes to face the sea and spring blossoms.
I am a crazy brother and a sad brother.
But I am not pessimistic.
I am a Mercedes-Benz horse, a geese flying south, and a ship going out to sea.
My heart is always open between the vast sea of clouds and dreams.
The rustling reed is my dream bride.
Qingqing Puwei is my relative, and I don't regret dying nine times.
But I didn't forget the wind, I didn't forget the rain.
I haven't forgotten the promise that made me laugh and cry.
Oh! If you are my friend, my brother
Please feel this wonderful moment with me.
In autumn, there is always a leaf for you.
This is my most precious and selfless discovery in this world.
Let's go! Maybe you're not a bard.
Please don't refuse the charm of this water and the solemnity of this mountain.
We are not wise enough to manage a piece of land.
Then pack your bags and get close to the rivers and mountains.
Let's go! Because I'm a bard.
I have a crazy reason, a crazy excuse, the root of drunkenness.
Madness and madness are only for a permanent belief.
I know it's not on this side of the sea, but on the other side of the mountain.