Author: Zi Mo
The years do not live, the seasons are like a stream, spring, summer, autumn and winter are reincarnated, so that everything has become the past, the wind of summer, the rain of autumn, and now only memories are left.
Today's frost falls, a leaf knows that frost falls, and a rain feels deep in autumn. There are three seasons for frost fall, one for the jackal to be sacrificed to the beast, the second for the grass and trees to fall yellow, and the third for the sting to be salty.
Meaning, after the frost fell, the jackals began to catch prey in large numbers; the grass and trees became yellow and withered; and the active insects disappeared.
Today when the frost fell, Zhang Jiuling had a poem: "The harvest sand is derived, and the frost falls on the heavens." A long view of the sills, how far away is the way. ”
When standing in the beautiful scenery painted in autumn yellow and gold, in the distance, the mountains and rivers of the years have faintly seen the winter feeling, and the thin frost is like snow written with the pure and white imagination of time.
Today's frost fell, Zheng Banqiao said: Delete the complicated on the simple three autumn trees, lead the new February flowers. Life is also a freehand landscape, writing an article.
After four seasons, through prosperity and depression, when the plain returns to the truth, the deletion of complexity and simplicity in autumn is the best way out of life, and it is also a precipitation of life and self-sorting.
The frost has arrived, and although the sideburns are stained with frost, the heart is still warm. Life is limited, where there is so much time to be sad, know how to choose, know how to cherish, in order to have happiness, know how to spend time on beautiful things, this is the real understanding.
In the late autumn of October, I want to cut out the beauty of time and paste it on the window as a seasonal window flower; the twilight autumn color is thick, I want to write a few rolls of rain and annihilation, I also want to use the most beautiful colors to outline the scenery, with the beauty of maple leaves, drunkenly dyeing the mountains.
I want to be more like a poet, ascending to the heights, opening up autumn nostalgia, chanting loudly, autumn flowers are easy to fall and autumn is always there, asking where to go? The wind is at the end of the cape, and the rain is in the jiangnan people's home.
Bai Juyi: "Last night the frost fell, killing the King's Court in the middle of the acacia." The dried leaves do not wait for yellow, and soso flies down. "People are as old as ever, time is still the same, sadness is the farewell in late autumn, whose affection has lost autumn dreams?" Who cuts a cold branch and inserts it into the clouds, composes the taste of life into the sorrow of a poem, and turns the expectation of looking through the autumn water into a yellow frost fall?
The cycle of seasons, the passage of time, like an ever-changing ink painting, all the colors are used to the extreme, full of vitality, full of expression.
The grass green is not reduced frost, and the autumn light is gradually fading away. Borrow another meter of autumn, let the sun warm my shadow, autumn frost suddenly came, a careless, autumn color messy mood, grass color wind frost, rushing to the face, there is still a faint fragrance between the nose, at this moment, the heart and time are soft, and the years are worried.
When time quietly stained the maple leaves of late autumn, when the white frost quietly hung on the branches of the persimmon tree, time inadvertently aged our faces, unconsciously, stepped into the middle age of autumn, just like this season!
The seasons go from shallow to deep, and life is from thick to light, and then prosperous days will eventually return to the blandness of a porridge and a meal, and the prosperity will also fall on the daily life of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.
In the transmutated landscape, learn to accept the imperfection of life, do not have to be confused, grasp the direction of life, live your own small life, use a sunny and warm heart to feel life, in different seasons, live out your unique personality, and present the value of life at different stages of life.
People only understand in middle age that all the sudden encounters are a long-term reunion, and everything that has been separated for a long time in reincarnation is just a change of different identities, faces and ways of seeing you, so it must be cherished, just like a curtain of dreams, curtains rolling west wind, is the white of the blue flowers, but also a poetic grace, but also a blank space of autumn death.
I remember Yu Qiuyu said: "In life, there are always some lamentable blanks, some people, let you worry about life, originally is the vicissitudes of the wind and dust, but, looking back, the world is hot and cold into bittersweet and sour." Like that kind of faded to the extreme of beauty, not impatient, not tepid, steps with sound, soothing and orderly; a bend of shallow smile, thousands of deep feelings, a little dust and smoke, shallow thoughts and light lines. In the depths of time, quietly watching the flowers blossom and thank you, although it has gone through all the vicissitudes, it is still warm with a smile. ”
If you understand, a glance at the moonlight is a string of clear words, or a poetic blank. Don't ask the origin of the green word, just gently feel the cool, don't ask the name of the word, and pour in the quiet, that is also the wind and snow in life.
"The frost is quiet, and the autumn events promote the west wind." The cold sound is hidden, and the first listen is entered into the sycamore in the middle of the night. "By that little frost white is the moonlight, like an ant creeping in deeper darkness, like a beetle carrying the stars on its back, and I look at the fireworks on earth, and the moonlight falls like snow, laying layer after layer on the earth, and it is my white sideburns that are taller than the earth.
Autumn comes and goes, in the landscape of falling leaves, do not wander under the trees, it is easy to make people sad; autumn rain is cool layer by layer, do not meditate in the rain, it is easy to make people sad; windy and rainy season, do not drink alone in silence, otherwise you will shed tears in the lonely dark night.
Follow the seasons! Even if you go to meet more cold, look forward, don't look back, as long as you have the courage to face the present, in the confused years, look up, you will find that at this time the cold and gloomy haze, desolate and desolate, but it is a short seasonal scenery, the impermanent rhythm, go forward, you will see, there is a bright world, the mountains and rivers are full of doubts, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright and another village, with hope, it will not make people feel wandering.
Wang Meng said: "Life must be tasted, and it is necessary to taste the cold and hot in the world to grow." ”
Yes, life does not experience the world, how can it mature? In the late autumn, the fallen leaves, the hula perched in the courtyard, the flying sparrows fluttered and scattered the branches, and the autumn light seemed to be a little less warm, and I stood in the middle of the world, looking at the world with expectant eyes.
I thought to myself, "How late the good things come, they are worth forgiving." ”
If I can spend my life pursuing beauty, can I have what I want to do for a long time? If the years give me a good time, even if it is the old time of life, I will sit alone under the wooden window where the green moss grows, make a pot of tea, and don't care about when the swallows that fly south can return home.
Do not ask, the lonely boat of life, and where will be banished, is the end of the world, is the cape, there will always be a harbor to inhabit. Don't think about what didn't happen, and don't try to figure out how many of those years have passed are warm and how much is cool.
Don't ask about the return date, the meeting is the fate, the parting is also for a better reunion, the normal state of life, but it comes and goes, cherish when you have it, and let go when you lose it. Life is like cold and summer, in the change of seasons, go with the flow of nature is the best, ushered in the frost, followed by winter.
If I could, I just wanted to be a relict strange flower, or a lonely autumn grass, not afraid of the cold, not afraid of loneliness, guarding the lonely years, at the ferry port where the seasons were old, and the autumn clouds were mighty, away from the sad day, watching the sunset with time, and not afraid of the frost.
Life is a long way, the crab leaves are pale, the white dew is frost, and it is another year of frost, the qi is solemn and condensed, and the dew is frost. Watching the autumn quietly go away, winter quietly on the way.
No sadness, no regrets. Autumn leaves just to get winter. Between gain and loss, warmth is always there, be kind to yourself, precipitate yourself, and the warmth of life has never been far away.
Although the last autumn fell into the frost, but for the rest of my life, I wish that I would be warm in three winters, go through a thousand sails, and return to be a teenager! May you not be cold, survive the bitterness of life, and taste the sweetness of the years! And let people have a full harvest in life.
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