@Autumn Good Time"Since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring dynasty. A crane in the clear sky is lined up on the clouds, and it leads the poetry to the blue sky."
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Whenever autumn comes, Liu Yuxi's autumn poems are always so kind and lovely to read. He said: Since ancient times, people have lamented the loneliness of autumn every autumn, but I feel that this autumn is far better than spring. In the autumn, the sky is high and clear, and I saw a white crane pushing away the clouds and rushing straight into the clouds, bringing my poetic interest to the blue nine clouds.
Hurry! Hurry! Liu Shi is really refreshing, but when it comes to autumn poetry, what we can't forget most is probably Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjing Sha QiuSi".
Dead vines and old trees are faint crows, small bridges and flowing water people's homes, ancient roads west wind thin horses, sunset in the west, broken intestines in the end of the world.
Ma Shi and Liu Shi's emotions are completely different, Ma Shi depicts the loneliness and desolation of autumn to the extreme, and portrays the image of travelers with the desolation of the scenery.
I think that the travelers who sit on a skinny horse to meet the sunset are not ourselves in the trough period? Carrying tired eyes, for the dream in their hearts, with the expectations of their parents to go away, to study, to work, to taste the sweetness and bitterness of the world, even if they are knocked down, we must desperately get up and live out our own most real and lovely appearance.
Summer to autumn, autumn to winter, winter to spring, spring to summer, life goes endlessly. This is probably the magic of nature, if so, then autumn must be the most exciting part of "magic".
And listen to the rustle of the falling maple leaves, pick up the teacup teapot and sit on the stone tea table in the courtyard to brew a pot of tea, just in the afternoon, see that the clear sky is cloudless, quiet is also idle, idle is also interesting.
When we yawned and wanted to go back for a nap, we woke up to find that the sun was about to set in the western mountains, and the tea on the tea table and our own narrow shadow seemed to tell us something. There is something about our lives, and maybe we can think more deeply. Isn't it?
I hope that everyone's dream will be like a crane in the clear sky, and bloom in brilliant colors under the sun.