Like this season, the air is filled with the aroma of osmanthus flowers, the breeze is gentle, and the light is cool and pleasant.
People living in the South know that this season is the most beautiful season.
Autumn is high and refreshing, and the time is long. In this season of wind and rain, the wind and moon are long, the fragrance of flowers is pervasive, the idle clouds are rolling, and a casual glance back seems to see through the flow of the four seasons, as if it is drunk and want to say goodbye.
In this season, the flowers bloom and the leaves fall quietly, as if each petal is a poem, as if each fallen leaf is a wisp of love. Only in such a season, poetry melts in, flowers are soaked, and sway with the wind.
It always feels like the seasons are coming into August, and the hustle and bustle in the depths of the heart begins to slowly converge, and the output and progression are all a gradual process.
Ups and downs, ups and downs, September, like a kind of arc at the bend of the eyebrows, blooming with flowers of anticipation and longing, engraved with the poetry lines of the years, one by one.
At this moment, the season is entering October. As the saying goes: The golden autumn season is Called October. Osmanthus flowers are fragrant, fruitful branches, chrysanthemums are fragrant in the mountains, youlan Turui... Every autumn flower is a wisp of fragrance.
The golden October is soaked with the charm of Tang poetry and Song poetry, leisurely and long, poetic and picturesque; on the scrolls that are spread out, the ink falls into flowers, and the flowers are fragrant. As if for a moment, a wisp of flower fragrance hit, making people intoxicated, forgetting a few flowers blooming, forgetting where they belong.
Flowers blossom and fall, leaving only a wisp of incense.
In such a season, there is no cliff-like cooling in winter, no spring return to the south, and there is no long summer heat steaming, wind and rain, only autumn breeze, flowers.
Such a flow of time, such a long time, is really: when you come, the years are shallow, and you don't feel that the world is long. The courtyard is fragrant with osmanthus flowers, and the autumn moon has passed over the wall.
Loved the season and loved the scent of osmanthus flowers. The common osmanthus flowers in life are pale yellow flowers, clustered and hidden at the bottom of the leaves, secretly releasing the fragrance and drifting with the wind.
Think of Li Qingzhao's "Partridge Heavenly Osmanthus Flower": dull and light yellow body soft. The love is far away and only remains. Why light blue and light red, it is the first class among flowers. Mei Ding is jealous, Ju should be ashamed. Paint the opening of the crown Mid-Autumn Festival. Rioters can think ruthlessly, what is not seen in the past.
Let people sigh, the ancient rhyme text of the talented woman best presents the beauty and aroma of osmanthus flowers.
I often hear the fragrance of golden laurel, once thought that it was a disparity in dialects and treated yellow as gold, until I saw the golden osmanthus photographed by others, I did not know that there was really golden laurel, deep color, rich fragrance.
As soon as many people enter the autumn, they will be sentimental for no reason, unconsciously blend into poetry, and achieve the present time,
Sometimes, looking at the two words "aroma", I always feel that "incense" is followed by a "qi" word, which is the real wisp or piece, the real fragrance.
Or it is an emotional thought, a wisp of incense, more appropriate.
I think of the texts since ancient times, those literati and inkers with aroma, those who combine beauty and talent, have an innate brilliance and fragrance, and always have an evocative afterglow.
Even through the years, through the obscure and dark journey, through the ups and downs and vicissitudes, the unique aroma will not be eroded by the wind, nor will it be hidden by time.
People often say that the most beautiful charm of a woman is implicit and introverted, a slow flow in the soul, and a temperament that emanates from the inside to the outside... Like the aroma, it is subtle and sprouted, and the dark fragrance is swirling.
The aroma is overflowing, but it is a wisp of heart fragrance.