Hong Duzi looks so autumn rhyme Shan // Xue Gang

Inadvertently, it is late autumn. Although it is repeated throughout the year, it does not seem to be worthy of praise. But this fall, apparently coming too quickly, is like a journey of life, and it seems to have reached the halfway point before it has taken a steady pace. When people reach the middle of the way, they can be described as deeply trapped in it and cannot extricate themselves. Entering the late autumn, it can be said that it is deep and exquisite. The autumn in the eyes of others is either autumn leaves falling, autumn winds and autumn rains, at most it is just an autumn cool war, or sentimentality. Under the pen of the literati inker, there seems to be nothing new about such an autumn. I am an ordinary man, for such a drunken autumn, here banmen axe, is not it a laugh?

Obviously, I didn't resist the temptation of this late autumn. For many years, the sub-chief has taken the underground "black" as the main axis color, and the coal and oil resources buried deep in the ground have been continuously transported to distant cities, starting again and again, day after day, carrying the dream of common prosperity of the sub-elders, and the sub-elders harvested his happiness and dreams on the bumpy road of kerosene. As a unique resource-based city in northern Shaanxi, the development and protection of resources is always a contradiction, and green development is more important. The good news is that in the autumn of this year, I stood on the slope of the mountain slope in the northwest corner of the sub-long loess gully, standing a wind power tower straight into the clouds, and the wind turbine blades of tens of meters long were constantly rotating, which was a scene that had never been seen in the sub-long thousands of years, turning the whirlwind in the high sky into a driving force for progress, and once again sounding the horn of green development.

Zichang is located in the abdomen of the Loess Plateau in northern Shaanxi, in the north of Yan'an City, and is a mountain city on the Loess Plateau, which has been unknown for many years. It was not until Xie Zichang's revolution crossed the river, Mao Zedong settled here through the Long March, and held the famous Wa Yao Fort Conference, and began the Red Army's journey to the east and the north to resist Japan, that the red here reflected the red of the mountains and marked with a permanent brand. In such a late autumn, when I was confused, standing on this red shining land of the son, I gradually felt the greatness of the red spirit, in those eras of throwing heads and spilling blood, the ancestors could use their steely will to create the wind and clouds of the times. My grandfather also dedicated his life to this land, and I am proud of their fighting spirit. We are in such a prosperous and very good era, in this autumn of the red capital, how can we be half a minute? Only by following in the footsteps of the ancestors, constantly absorbing their spiritual strength, and constantly fighting with high spirits, can we be worthy of this late autumn red.

I once left this land with a dream, and I set foot on this land with a dream, in this late autumn land, constantly tossing and turning. Have you ever remembered that although there is a beautiful scene of green trees and forests on the mountain, and the land is covered with green clothes, for farmers who are eager for common prosperity, the green clothes on the top of the mountain can obviously bring fresh air, looking up at the freshness of the blue sky and white clouds, they are more willing to see their rich "pockets". I am a descendant of the Red Army, a descendant of the peasants, and my parents are also authentic peasants, and I naturally have a sense of closeness to the peasants in my heart. I have always believed that industry is the foundation that supports this world and fills the "pockets" of farmers. After I graduated, I had the honor of becoming a member of the most basic level in the northwest corner of the sub-Long, here for them, but also for myself, once chased the dream. One of the most familiar scenes is planting fruit trees with the masses in hillside fields to add bricks and tiles to the long mountain apple industry, although there are unsatisfactory points. It is now late autumn, leaving the land that was tumbling in the past for some days, I stepped into the apple forest of that year, looking at the red apples of the trees, I seemed to draw a happy comma for myself and this late autumn. This piece of red, red cute, red dazzling. In this state of peace and prosperity, I can only follow the red power created by my ancestors and continue to add a little red imprint, so that this red world will move China even more.

There are many unbearable and many joys in my life, why should I mention it again in previous years, and why should I remember the glory of that year. Now, with the passage of time, it has entered the late autumn, and it is approaching the cold winter moon. It is said that this year's autumn is particularly abnormal, the red apple trees fell on the thick snow, the fruit farmers are particularly distressed, it is best not to be a long autumn. I stood in the endless, crowded Cross Street, and I had to fall into the cliché, the long autumn, so cold, so shivering. The autumn of the child is very painful, and after all, I don't know whether to love more or hate more. The Buddha said that there is no need to go far away to chase the Buddha, the Buddha is in his heart, love and hate are all one thought. Since you don't know what the thought of love and hate is, then throw away all distractions and delusions, and transform this thought in your heart into the strength to struggle and move forward, in this late autumn night.

At this time, the autumn of the growth of the child is the autumn of creating a new life, the autumn of the red capital shining, the autumn of being practical for the people, and the autumn of gathering strength. At this moment, I have forgotten the troubles and anxieties of the years, hidden the unspeakable love, hatred and loss, and waited for the further invasion of late autumn. Because, I know very well, when autumn goes, winter comes, and when winter goes, spring comes.

Oh, this is not enough, the endless autumn of the son.