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Mid-Autumn Festival outside the courtyard
Text/Autumn Sun
If autumn has the most beautiful scenery of the four seasons in the world, then the Mid-Autumn Festival should be the most beautiful season.
Mid-Autumn Festival, the sun is just right, the breeze is not dry.
In the Mid-Autumn Festival, the heat wave that has been running rampant for a season gradually recedes, the air is slightly warm, mostly cool, blue morning, autumn high and refreshing.
The wind of the Mid-Autumn Festival, somewhat like a girl, even if she pouts her mouth and blows with all her strength, it does not have much power.
In the morning, the morning glory flowers at the entrance of the compound bloomed unscrupulously, and the red fence was full of fences, and the noon sun, the trumpet-like flowers, curled up like babies, rolled inwards, seemed to be tired, slept, and played again tomorrow morning.
The hawthorn fruit on the hawthorn tree was red, and the red was faint, shallow, and tender.
On the fence, the pumpkin leaves were gradually withering, but the melon was quite spirited, red, orange, and yellow-green, round, long, and a few big guys, lying quietly on the ground.
A few plane trees on the west side of the yard, the canopy is still so luxuriant, and the leaves are still so windy. One summer, the neighbors' cars were under the trees, borrowing this row of plane trees to shield them from the wind and rain.
The vegetable garden to the south is no longer lush. But cabbage, turnips are growing wildly, getting better and better every day, the flowers on the loofah stalks are still rushing to bloom, and the loofahs are longer than the ground. These days, people in the compound are busy planting green onions.
In front of the house, most of the leaves of the ginkgo tree have turned yellow, the white fruit is about to ripen, and several branches are bent by the fruit and are still hard to carry.
Walking out of the compound, the autumn outside is more exciting.
The road next to the compound is lined with three layers of plants, the first layer is dark red shrubs, the second layer is ginkgo biloba trees, and the third layer is red plums. The farthest is the ginkgo tree, with straight poles, straight branches, and brilliant yellow leaves, standing proudly on both sides of the road. This road is more than 2,000 meters long, and at a glance, it can be regarded as a beautiful landscape near my home.
Driving south along this road for more than 2000 meters is a park. The park is full of trees, lush green in summer, and in the mid-autumn season, each shines brightly.
On the green leaves of a few maple trees, there are a few more shades of red; The tall poplar trees, the leaves on the bottom branches, have become flower butterflies, some flying to the ground from time to time, and some falling on small trees.
The small-leaved locust tree was the first to turn yellow, and on the morning of the autumn, I saw twenty or thirty locust leaves on the runway of the park, sparsely sprinkled on the ground, and the dark gray asphalt road, embellished with these yellow leaves, looked more beautiful than before. Later in the morning, the clean asphalt road under the locust trees had dozens of freshly fallen leaves, and the asphalt road was like a large piece of pastoral flower cloth - the gray texture was printed with reasonably distributed yellow locust leaves, which looked cool and comfortable.
In the past, the lake water was like a mirror, and there were constant small wrinkles under the breeze, and the small wrinkles moved to one side with the breeze; The willow trees by the lake had grown wildly for a summer, heavy branches, with their heads bowed and their hands hanging down, their waists less light, they were closely united, and the breeze did not slant the willow branches, because they were strong.
But a reed by the lake, the branches still growing upwards, the reeds blooming, swaying with the wind, little by little, looking like the Beatles looking for a beat before singing. People like to watch the mid-autumn morning, admire the crabapple, white dew as frost, dew still falls on the lawn, the grass is somewhat white, grass leaves, shiny, dew beads in a bunch.
I like the endless rice paddies on the south side of the park, which are now more yellow and greener, the rice fields rise with the breeze, and the mature rice ears bow their heads and are grateful to the heavens. It is another harvest year, and it is already rice and yellow crab fat.
The Mid-Autumn Festival outside the courtyard is beautiful, not spring light, better than spring light.
Tonight's moon is the Mid-Autumn Moon, and the moonlight sprinkles on the plane trees in the courtyard, and a few neighbors chat under the trees. A few preschoolers, happily riding their bicycles, chattered in the compound. People no longer hold pu fans, no longer say that the heat is panicked, and even Grandma Ma's puppy is not as crazy as it is in the summer when it sees its neighbors.
I love the Mid-Autumn Festival outside the courtyard and the neighbors in the compound. My heart is not willing to give up this Mid-Autumn Festival, and I want to keep her more, so that she will not grow old with Qingshan and her face will not change.
