Autumn

Autumn, only this word, it is infinitely sentimental.

I remember that day, it was said that the Beginning of Autumn had passed a few cool autumn between his eyebrows, as if all the prosperity around him had been extinguished in a thought, and the rings had been ruthlessly run over, hurried and hurried, Xiao Shu and lonely, like a shadow ever since.

Don't say how few autumn is, it will remind you of those green, fat, red and thin ones.

Autumn is a perceptual woman, with long soft hair, long cotton skirts with broken flowers, listening to lyrical songs, writing quiet and indifferent articles, from colorful flowers and shadows, to peace of mind, from heavy mountains and rivers to clouds and sky high.

When a person is young, he can wear fresh clothes and angry horses, and he can be arrogant and unruly, but once he has experienced all kinds of life in the autumn of his life, he can be low-spirited, quiet, willing to be a person with low eyebrows, watching the flowers and flowers quiet, looking at the water clear, plain, simple and quiet, looking back on the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine, unexpectedly growing the mood of listening to snow and dust without breath.

Far away in Yichun, Acacia is like autumn, haven't you heard that seeing each other in one day is like three years apart?

In spring, pedestrians go far away, far away in the eyebrow, far away in the setting sun of the old trees, so miss, miss not aware of autumn, the autumn wind urges Yingwutong to fall, that Acacia also becomes slim, like leaves scattered into dust, nowhere to be found. From then on, the clothing belt is getting wider and wider, and from now on the month locks the heavy building, and from then on the cold rain comes late and the wind comes 360 days a year. Count the thoughtful people, how many autumn has passed?

Autumn, they want to be alone, small boat, gradually into Furongpu, to do Nantang autumn lotus picker. Looking for her is not a thousand degrees, under the white wrist, who is the one I missed in my previous life?

When he returned, he peeled off the lotus seeds of Bai Sheng, picked them up one by one, and carefully boiled a bowl of rice porridge to nourish the heart and moisten the heart. A woman, has gone through the youth, retreated ignorant, it is time to rein in romance, a heart gradually fell to the ground, no longer covered by clouds and mountains, willing to wash clothes and size gauze, husband and godson, lived the most simple fireworks life in the world.

A heart, such as light chrysanthemum, such as plain Jane, will never rise again. If there is a reunion in this world, there will be crisscross. Although there are too many unwilling and reluctant to give up, in the end, most of them obey their fate, nothing else, but their hearts are tired, like an autumn leaf, unable to follow the autumn wind, gradually be content with the status quo, and gradually return to fate, perhaps this is the best arrangement. Once the most beautiful, meet, know each other, miss each other, should we be satisfied?

Autumn, put away the verdant, no longer hot, she is a cool woman in the writing of Xue Xiao Zen, you come, do not refuse, you go, do not retain. She knows that a predestined heart is the most beautiful, and a predestined soul is the freest, and there is no need to ask for anything, just because it has long been seen through and finally lonely behind the prosperity.

It is no longer when she was young that the woman who wept down her cheeks while reading Daiyu's "the Evening of the Autumn window" did not have much time for you to sigh in the autumn. It is time to devote yourself to doing things. Lower your eyebrows, cultivate your mood, brush and ink, cultivate your connotation, and cultivate yourself. How much elegance and interest in life, how much beauty you have to pursue!

Autumn, light clouds and clear sky, it is necessary to open the heart, no longer rigidly adhere to the inner world of tossing and turning, look out of the window! We can climb the mountain, go to nostalgia, go to overlook the distant mountains, such as Dai, to see the geese flying south, how high your horizons are, how wide your mind is.

Autumn, the most beautiful in Shan Lan, have you ever seen the expression of Akiyama?

Yun Nantian, a painter in the late Qing Dynasty, said: spring mountains are like laughter, summer mountains are angry, autumn mountains are like makeup, and winter mountains are like sleeping. The meaning of the four mountains, mountains can not speak, people can speak of it.

The autumn written by the painter has color, rhyme and connotation, just like a beauty dressed up, suitable for painting, poetry, pen and ink, sentiment and ci chapter. Reading and appreciation of American articles

Zhang Henshui said in "talking about Autumn under the Moon": there is no autumn in the rain, but the heat comes to an end. The clouds opened at night and the moonlight was covered with snow under the eaves. Burn a furnace of incense, boil a pot of tea, across a couch, Chen Yiqin, the courtyard is closed, the window of the building is full, I recruit the bright moon to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival. Stop in the middle of the night, sing the first song, boundless look around, who is the solution?

The writer's autumn, as if the body is coming, there is a month, there are insects, lotus root flowers fragrance, this situation, such feelings, as if drinking a moonlight brewed wine, embroidered mouth spit out, is half of the Tang Dynasty.

Qiu, how quiet it is! As if all the rustling words have something to do with it, under the rustling trees, yellow leaves dance the autumn wind, wither, wither, silence, decay

Autumn, how lively it is! It seems that all the prosperous words also have something to do with it, with melancholy fruit, red mountains, high wild clouds, abundant, abundant and perfect.

Cold silence is autumn, lively is also autumn, autumn ah, how on earth should I read you?

Autumn, so quiet, the sound of a drop of autumn rain knocking on the window and the falling sound of an autumn leaf, at this time, the wind and rain are tuned, every plant is Zen, wind and rain can wash the heart, plants and trees can be meditation.

Autumn, so light, like a person who dominated the wind and clouds in the past, after a hundred turns and thousands of times, he gradually withdrew from Vanity Fair, learned to find silent joy in the law of life, and learned to bow to those tiny and weak lives.

Autumn, is Tao Yuanming's white clothes to deliver wine, Zhang Han's Stewed Perch with Water Shield Leaves, is Tang Yin's autumn wind-wan fan picture, is Yi'an 's east hedge wine after dusk

Write autumn, listen to autumn, read autumn, sigh autumn alone, after thousands of miles of trek, only know that the settlement of a heart is the most beautiful, accustomed to seeing the world indifferent, know that a heart of calm the most beautiful, go to the most beautiful and prosperous, just know that the indifference of a heart is the most beautiful

After the trek, one-third of the knowledge, penetrating the world, has a three-point mind, through the barren, more than one-third contentment and gratitude. Unconsciously, it is already very good.

Today, do not write the same autumn as others, but would like to find a season of indifferent autumn in the poetry of the ancients and the feelings of the years, that autumn, with the distant meaning of the world, with ancient sorrow, with lingering thoughts.

Autumn, do not need people to hit the festival applause, do not need people to bow down to meet, it is just a meeting of life, a listen, only to the predestined person. Wait for that bosom friend, a little bit of empathy, leisurely heart will be one after another Guiyu fragrance, that is, the moon to Zhu Pavilion quiet.