As time passes, autumn also gradually deepens. In the colder weather, the vitality is also more and more reduced, and the colorful colors are gradually fading. But for people who love autumn, the depth of autumn and the night of autumn are like an old wine that is more and more mellow, which makes people intoxicated.
There is no rain cover at all, and the chrysanthemum residue is still proud of frost branches.
A good year of good times must be remembered, the most is orange yellow orange green time.
- Song Sushi, "Gift to Liu Jingwen"
The poet excitedly told his friend that the lotus leaves had withered, there were no emerald green leaves, and the chrysanthemums had withered, leaving only the branches of the frost. When of the year is the best? It is the late autumn season when the oranges are yellow and the oranges are green. Although time will take away some of the vitality, but orange, yellow, orange and green, is not also a charming vitality?
In late autumn, the leaves have almost fallen. But there are always people who can see the joy and joy in the midst of decay.
There is no one in the courtyard, and the night frost wants to fall first.
The sycamore is really not willing to fade, and the leaves are still sound.
--Song Zhang, "Night Sitting"
The silent courtyard was empty, and the moonlight shrouded the earth. The frost at night is about to fall, and the air becomes extremely cold. In this cold weather, the plane trees in the courtyard are not willing to fade away, and the few leaves that have not fallen on the branches make a noise in the wind, which is not only perseverance, but also happiness, but also fate.
Autumn is deep, and even the chrysanthemums are gradually withering, which arouses the poet's feelings.
The flowers do not bloom and the flowers are not endless, and the independent hedges are not endless.
It is better to die with incense on the branches, and He once blew down in the north wind.
--Song Zheng Sixiao, "Han Ju"
The chrysanthemum blooms in autumn, not in the company of a hundred flowers, competing for beauty, it stands alone outside the sparse fence, without losing its fun and sentiment. Noble chrysanthemums, rather than die in the branches with fragrance, will never blow down in the north wind and compromise with fate! Some people appreciate the beauty of the chrysanthemum blooming, but the poet is deeply impressed by the integrity and wind and bone when the chrysanthemum withers!
In the late autumn, the weather is getting colder and colder, which is really unbearable.
At first smell, there are no cicadas in the geese, and the hundred-foot building is high in water and the sky.
The young girl Su'e is resistant to cold, and the frost in the middle of the month dou Chan Juan.
- Don Li Shangyin, "Frost Moon"
I had just heard the sound of geese flying by, and there were no more cicadas. The poet ascended a hundred feet tall building and looked into the distance, only to see the water and the sky, very silent. He thought, frost goddess qingnu and moon fairy Chang'e are not afraid of cold, they are more beautiful than the cold frost in the cold moon, no matter how up or down!
Autumn is quiet, the same is true in late autumn, and climbing high and overlooking is also an interest of the ancients.
Alone on the dangerous building to look at the sunset, the crow returned to the far smoke.
The lake light washed the autumn clean, and the geese flew again in the south of the Nai River.
——Song Wang Tongzu, "Climbing the Stairs in Late Autumn"
Climb the tall building alone, look at the sunset, and at dusk the crows return to their nests, only to see the faint smoke in the distance. Against the background of the lake, the autumn scenery is even clearer and cleaner, but the geese have flown to Jiangnan again. Why does the poet sigh, is it the passage of time, or is it difficult to dispel the feelings in his heart?
The scenery in late autumn, although not very feminine, but it is not very humorous.
The wild water is jagged and swollen, and the frost roots are poured out of the forest.
Where does the flat boat go? Home in Jiangnan Huangye Village.
--Song Sushi, "Book Li Shinan's Painting of Autumn Scenery Two Songs".
On the winding banks of the river, the water level drops, and the traces left by the high tide in the past can be seen. Sparse trees fell to the ground, revealing roots as white as frost. A flat leaf boat floated on the river, where was he going? It turned out to be huangye village back to Jiangnan.
The wild in late autumn is a ready-made picture that is worth slowly savoring.
Through the autumn stream, the water is clear, and countless Xiaoshan mountains are like mirrors.
The autumn leaves flowed out of Long Ao, and the white clouds flew towards the stone gate.
It is also a time when the paper household has known each other, and there is still a trace of the tree and there is no return.
At the end of what people style things, the mountains and valleys wildflowers bloom.
--Song. Dai Biaoyuan "Late Autumn Tour to Zhongxi Four Songs"
The clear autumn water flows, and the countless Xiaoshan mountains are like mirrors. Flowing water wrapped in autumn leaves, flowed from the dock, and the flowing clouds drifted towards the stone gate. The poet is still quite familiar with this place and does not intend to return immediately. How beautiful is the scenery here, the mountains are full of wildflowers, how can it not make people linger and forget the red dust?
For those who love nature, every season has its beauty and is the best.
Jingxi white stone out, cold red leaves thin.
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the empty green is wet.
--Tang Wang Wei, "In the Mountains"
The water level of Jingxi river dropped, revealing white stones, and the weather was cold, and even the autumn leaves became scarce. There was no rain on the mountain road, but the pine trees on the side of the road were verdant all year round, and the humidity actually wet people's clothes. The autumn leaves are thin and green, and even in late autumn, they are not lifeless. On the contrary, it is more likely to discover those tenacious beings.
Autumn, do not have to be sad, with the encounter, happiness is never bound.
The crowd is depressed, and the garden is lonely.
Wind ping is difficult to cover water, frost leaves are easy to word.
The noise of the magpies is loud, and the cold cicadas are old and fluttering.
Try to find the chrysanthemum under the hedge, and the neighbor's wine is cloudy.
——Song Song Ku, "Late Autumn Nostalgia for the Western Garden of Shangshu of Hezhong Yan"
The sun also carries the meaning of Xiao Suo, everywhere is silent, idle garden, even more lonely and lonely. Look at the sparse leaves in the wind, it is difficult to cover the water waves, and the frosted leaves easily fall. The magpie birds are noisy, and the chilling cicadas are far away. Trying to find the chrysanthemums outside the fence, the welcoming neighbor brought the poet a scoop full of turbid wine, which was turbid and real!
If it rains and the weather is colder, the most beautiful thing at this time is to sleep lazily.
Cool and cold three autumn nights, a peaceful old man.
After the late lights go out, sleep in the rain.
Ash stays in the warm bottle fire, incense adds warm quilt cage.
Xiao Han qing did not rise, and the frost leaves were full of red.
--Don Bai Juyi, "Sleep in the Autumn Rain"
On a cold autumn night, the poet was at home. Long after the lights went out, I lay down and slept in the sound of the rain. The fuel in the baking bottle has turned to ashes, so I get up and light a fire to bake the quilt. Until the next morning, the sky was clear, the poet still refused to get up, the weather was really cold, still lying comfortably in the bed, through the window, I saw the stone steps full of crimson frost leaves!
In the late autumn, when the frost falls, the lotus leaves in the pond are almost dead, without a trace of the past. But the camaraderie will not diminish slightly.
Bamboo dock dust-free water sills clear, acacia passed across the heavy city.
Autumn yin does not disperse frost fly late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the sound of rain.
- Tang Li Shangyin, "Su Luo's Pavilion Sends Cui Yong Cui Gong"
The dock in the bamboo forest is clean and dust-free, the pavilion next to the water is exceptionally quiet, and the love of love passes through the heavy high city and flies into the distance. In the gloomy autumn, the dark clouds are not dispersed, and the frost season is also late. Leave a pool full of dead lotus leaves, so as to listen to the sound of wind and rain at night.
With friends, late autumn also feels warm.
The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn water is babbling.
Leaning on the outside of the firewood door, listening to the twilight cicadas in the wind.
The sun sets over the head, and there is lone smoke in the ruins.
Compound value received public opinion drunk, singing wildly before five willows.
- Tang Wang Wei, "Pei Xiucaidi"
The mountains with chills become lush, and the autumn water flows slowly every day. The poet stood outside the wood gate on crutches, facing the west wind, and listening to the cicadas in the evening. The sunset on the other side of the ferry is gradually sinking, and wisps of cooking smoke float in the village. When he met Pei Diru, he was drunk and danced and sang wildly in front of the poet like Tao Qian, and he couldn't stop.
In the late autumn, the thoughts are also deep, write a letter, the tears are coming.
Autumn leaves and yellow flowers are late in autumn, and thousands of miles are thoughtful.
Look at the end of the clouds, return to hong without faith, where to send books.
The tear bombs do not exhaust the window drops, and they spin the ink.
Gradually write to the other, this deep feeling, the red letter is colorless.
——Song Yanjidao, "Siyuan Ren, Autumn Leaves, Yellow Flowers, Autumn Evening"
The maple leaves are red and yellow, and the autumn mood is very strong, and I can't help but miss the travelers who are thousands of miles away. The clouds kept drifting toward the sky, and the returning geese did not bring him news, so how could they send him a letter? Tears flowed for a long time, standing under the window, I wrote letters with tears and ink, and gradually wrote about the parting scene, and I was even more sad, and the tears were surging and dripping onto the letterhead, and the red letterhead was also dyed and faded.
Time is rushing, the cold weather is reminding people, the mountains in the distance, the trees nearby, are reminding people that autumn is getting deeper and deeper. It turned out that unconsciously, we had already gone so far with autumn. When I looked back, an autumn light greeted the evening light, and the next stop not far away, winter, was already looming, and maybe after tonight, autumn would quietly slip away.
-Author-
Heyu, a woman who likes poetry, looks for beautiful details in the four seasons, and may time leave warm memories.