The late autumn wind is tepid, and under the touch of the autumn wind, those golden colors quietly leave the branches of the tree, play a few spins in the wind, gently say goodbye to the years, run to the earth and begin to give birth to another vitality.
The autumn wind rises, looking down to see the fallen leaves, only to find that the ground is full of gold, paving the whole street, and the late autumn of the fallen leaves returning to the roots, I can't help but blow my thoughts back to the small courtyard of my grandmother's house in my childhood.
After living in the city for a long time, you will find that your perception of the seasons is getting weaker and weaker, but when you were a child, you lived in the small courtyard of your grandmother's house, and every grass and tree shouted the shade of autumn.
The small courtyard autumn residence, less convenient to get home at the push of a button, but there is a smell of autumn when you open the door of the house, saying goodbye to the urban traffic of high-rise buildings, but there is a tranquility away from the noisy countryside.
In late autumn, living in a small courtyard, you will be able to appreciate the most beautiful autumn colors.
The tree in front of my grandmother's house has finally fallen its leaves, but the leaves that float to the ground are children's favorite childhood games.
Each child looks for the stout "general" in the fallen leaves, and two people talk about heroes when they are "pulling up the general", and kill five levels and six generals to get the most powerful one.
It is often carefully preserved by us, recording its glory, until it becomes withered and loses its former "general" style, and we have to say goodbye to it.
The water of the large pond north of my grandmother's house has fallen, and many small puddles have formed in the receding river, and you can take a small bucket to catch small fish effortlessly in the stranded small ditch.
Every time I go home with a "pond gift", there is an inexplicable joy. Put the small fish, shrimp, and clams in the small bottle left over from the can and let them make their home here.
Grandma steamed steamed steamed steamed steamed steamed steamed steamed steamed
On the big north side of my grandmother's house, there are not only ponds, but also a large field of tall weeds and low plants that cannot be named. The leaves have fallen, the grass has withered, and the "treasures" under the plants have all been exposed.
The big goose stretched its neck and screamed step by step, catching up with the luck and finding a big goose egg, the surprise was no less than the joy of the child's twisting egg major prize now, and the eyes were shining.
On the way home with the goose egg, I hope that my two legs will become old and I can step into the house in one step. Grandma smiled and raised her eyes, looked at this big goose egg, started a fire to cook, and cooked a goose egg alone to eat.
At night, I heard the autumn sound of the courtyard. The autumn wind blows, the sound of the leaves rubbing, accompanied by the whispering of autumn insects, the high and low, the music of nature, just like the sound of the world, wonderful and beautiful, this will be the last farewell between the fallen leaves and the human world.
Looking up, the small stars with blinking eyes filled the sky, and the shy moon girl hid in the clouds with a shy lute and half covered her face, quietly overlooking the earth in shame.
My favorite is still listening to the sound of rain, autumn rain is not hurried, knocking tiles, dripping, ding-dong.
The sound enters the ears and the heart.
The dates are sweet and sour, the persimmons are hanging from the branches, red like lanterns, take a bite, sweet silk. The autumn fruits of this tree are colorful throughout the autumn.
Grandma's small courtyard, there are flowers and moons, there is leisure and elegance, there are also thick fireworks, autumn courtyard, harvest, can relieve autumn hunger, carrying all the beauty of childhood.
Liang Sicheng once said:
"For Chinese, with a courtyard of their own, the spirit can really have a landing."
Autumn courtyard, you can do too much, smell the cinnamon fragrance, listen to the autumn rain, watch the autumn evening, pick up fallen leaves to make bookmarks, pick vegetables and fruits to entertain guests.
The small courtyard in childhood memories is the pure land in memory, every time you say goodbye to the disturbances and calm down, you will push open the door of the heart, walk into the small courtyard in the depths of your heart, in the small courtyard, let time flow away, the heart is at peace, and live a little calmer.
May you have a small courtyard in your heart, quietly lock the rest of your life, and meet the beautiful.