Early autumn,
One from the name to the soul,
All are infinitely poetic seasons.
The air is slightly cool, the sky is high and cloudy,
Folding cinnamon fragrant far away, geese character horizontal autumn,
The red coat has fallen into the dark incense residue,
Autumn light on the leaves is white and cold.
The cool wind blows through the sideburns, blowing the hair flying,
The leaves in the courtyard swirled on the ground, turning from green to yellow.
There was a cold smell everywhere.
When I was a child, I didn't like autumn,
I think this season is too depressed,
When I grew up, I suddenly found that
It turns out that autumn also has a lot of beautiful scenery.
Falling leaves, feminine and amorous;
Mid-Autumn Moon, dignified and quiet;
Chrysanthemum crab fat, full of fun...
The 10 most beautiful moments of early autumn,
There is always one that touches your heart.
01
Idle look at the drifting clouds
< went to the bottom of the water and sat and watched the clouds rise >
As the saying goes, "July and August look at the clouds",
In early autumn,
The sky is high, the clouds are fading,
At this time the clouds of the sky,
Unlike in the summer, when the clouds are clumpy,
Instead, it is easy to evacuate and flow freely.
Shu Curl means how poor, haunting and empty.
Clouds swim in the skies without a single blemish,
It's like the Lingbo fairy walking on the waves,
Look up at the sky, the clouds cirrus clouds,
It's heart-warming.
02
Sit still and listen to the rain
After the new rain in the empty mountains <, the weather came late and autumn >
If you say,
The summer rain is warm,
The autumn rain is lingering.
"An autumn rain and a cold",
Wash away the irritability and fatigue of the sweltering heat,
Bit by bit, falling in the heart.
Leaning on the window to listen to the rain, the most comfortable,
On a rainy day, sit by the window,
Brew a pot of hot tea, watch the rain outside the window,
Li Shangyin said, "Leave the dry lotus to listen to the sound of the rain",
Wang Wei said, "The rain hits the banana leaves with sorrow",
Fine rain, like silk like a thread,
Everything in the world,
All shrouded in white water vapor.
03
Plant Dyed Yellow
< a leaf falls and knows the autumn > of the world
Ordinary afternoon,
Stop for a moment in the street,
Looking up, the sky is blue, the leaves are yellow,
As soon as the wind blows, it falls,
It's like a yellowed oil painting.
Look at the fallen leaves, the sea of clouds,
Feel the tranquility of life in the breeze.
Camus said:
Autumn is the second spring, at this time,
Every leaf is a flower.
A leaf falls and knows the autumn of the world,
Flying and dancing, extremely brilliant,
Dance the last dance of your life,
Back to basics and waiting for the next reincarnation.
04
White dew gel cream
< the so-called Iraqis > on the side of the water
Fading lotus rolling jade glittering crystal light,
One night the west wind and one night cool.
The morning light is faint, the air is slightly cool,
On the ground and on the leaves,
There will be some white dew condensation,
Shines in the sun with a crystal clear luster.
Wang Boshiyun:
"The autumn night is long, the moon is clear and clear."
Those little drops of water,
Clearer than pearls, more agile than gemstones,
As soon as the wind blows softly, it falls with the petals,
Snapped and smashed to the ground,
There seems to be a faint fragrance scattered, refreshing the spleen.
05
Geese fly south
< Hongyan Yu Fei and suppressed his feathers >
The fields are silent, look up,
The sunset shines obliquely, and the geese chirp in the sky,
The rows of geese,
Hovering in the air, as if looking for direction,
Finally, with the wind of Xiao Xiao,
Disappear at the end of the woods,
Leaving only a few muffled cries,
Reverberates through the air.
The sound of geese, chanting,
A cry of nostalgia, a thought of joy,
The high-pitched chirping and harmony
Converging into the clear sound of the agitated sky,
Write as a row of poems from your hometown.
06
The moon is empty
< cool breeze has faith, and the autumn moon is boundless>
When is the spring flower and autumn moon,
How much do you know about the past?
The most beautiful scene in autumn,
It is indispensable that the moon is empty and infinitely bright.
The autumn worm cried tirelessly,
Life's sweet and sour, bittersweet,
All melted in this hazy night.
The moonlight is pure, full of water,
The family happily stood by the small table in the courtyard,
Look at the moon, nag homely;
Or sit alone under the osmanthus tree,
Set up tables and chairs, carry thin blankets, drink tea,
Smelling the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, looking at the forest tops on the moon,
The vulgar worries are dusty and the relief is refreshing.
07
Sunset
< rain rests in the evening, and the wind adjusts the night scenery >
I have always liked Wang Bo's sentence:
The sunset and the lone bird fly together, and the autumn water is long and colorful.
In autumn, the most moving thing is the sunset.
The redness was intoxicating, setting off the deepening twilight of the sky.
The evening breeze carries a clear coolness,
With twilight dipping...
It was a very beautiful and poignant beauty.
Autumn, wait for a person,
Visit the mountains and waters and chase a sunset.
Sitting on the shore of the lake, seeing the stream flowing through the head of bishan,
Empty water is bright and colorful autumn,
Watching the autumn forest reflect the sunset, red as a drunk,
A crane in the clear sky lined up the clouds, and it led the poetry to Bixiao.
08
Admire the chrysanthemum crab
< jumei crab fat, short taste and long >
"Autumn wind, crab feet fat",
In autumn, be sure to eat crab,
Take a bite, full of crab yellow, lips and teeth left fragrant,
Just think about the tender taste,
Large stool appetite.
While admiring the chrysanthemums, eating crabs,
Drinking and chatting over and over again.
Crab feast in "Dream of the Red Chamber",
I don't know how many people have been bothered:
Chrysanthemum sticks fragrant, crab season,
Simple steaming, dipped in ginger vinegar, served with hot wine,
A box of people eating and writing poetry,
Cream yellow plump, wine fragrant,
Then there are chrysanthemums independently loose with the fence,
Delicious and poetic.
09
The fragrance of dangui is wafting
< Guizi fell in the middle of the moon, and the heavenly fragrance cloud drifted >
Li Qingzhao said:
Why light blue and light red, it is the first class among flowers.
The eighth month of the lunar calendar, known in ancient times as the laurel moon,
It is the best time of year for osmanthus flowers to bloom,
The axillary leaves are covered with small yellow flowers with dense turns,
Like the stars in the sky, as brilliant as golden millet,
Blink your eyes and come as promised.
One night the autumn wind rises, and the courtyard is full of cinnamon incense.
The sweet fragrance that fills the air,
The bright moonlight pours in the laurel bushes,
The fragrance of crushing in the silence passes through the lungs,
And went away with the wind,
Only the ripples that ripple in the bottom of my heart.
10
Fruitful
< plant a grain of millet in the spring, and harvest 10,000 seeds in the autumn>
Autumn is the season of maturity,
The melons and fruits are ripening,
The scene of the harvest in the vegetable field is the most lively,
Red apples, grapes of water,
Round and slippery pomegranate, heavy happiness,
The little friends are close together,
It's hilarious.
The beauty of the harvest,
Not only the fragrance of melons and fruits,
More in the joy of the harvest,
Fruits of all colors hang from the treetops,
Rice ears sorghum swaying in the wind,
The peasants work cheerfully in the fields,
Together, they form a lively autumn harvest map.
The early autumn without saying a word
It is the most beautiful human world
The philosopher Heidegger once said:
"Man lives quietly, even quietly
Listening to the sound of the wind, you can also feel the beauty of poetry. ”
The heart is poetic, and everywhere is joyful,
Slow down and meet the beauty of autumn.
A flower and a leaf, engraved romance,
A mountain and a river, full of thoughts.
Autumn, there are many things,
It's worth taking it slow.
Dusk fishing, memories of youth,
Read a book, write a letter,
Basking in the sun, watching the clouds cirrus clouds,
Wait for twilight, watch the tired birds return home,
……
Interpret the beauty of this autumn day in the light wind and clouds,
Let our hearts,
Recovering from the impetuous shackles of summer,
Infuse all the longing into the richness and maturity of autumn.
The early autumn without words,
It is the most beautiful human world.