"The mountain monk does not understand the number of nails, a leaf falls to know the world in autumn" (Song Tang Geng's "Records of literature" quoted Tang Ren anecdotes), autumn faded away the youth of xia, a little more romantic and mature.
Lu Youyun "four o'clock is gratifying, the best new autumn time" (Song Lu You", "Leisure")," Wang Wei said, "After the new rain on the empty mountain, the weather comes late in autumn" (Tang Wang Wei, "Mountain Residence in Autumn").
Reading Qiu Ru opens a Tang poem and a Song poem.
"The sunset and the lone bird fly together, and the autumn water is always the same color" (Tang Wang Bo,"Preface to the Tengwang Pavilion").
Autumn, the most eye-catching is the high blue sky canopy, the air is clear, translucent, the sky, blue is about to drip water, if you let the painter color, it must be cobalt blue. Looking at the distance, the long sky is clear and clear, and the wilderness is empty and clear, which makes people feel relaxed. At dusk, the sunset also changed its color, redder, brighter, more dignified, with a "golden" color.
"When a crane is lined up in the clear sky, it leads poetry to Bixiao" (Tang Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Words").
The clear and high sky is poetic and more profoundly philosophical. Look at the crane that flutters its wings and flies high, in the clear autumn sky, the clouds are straight up, and it is strong and vigorous, and it is grand. It breaks through the atmosphere of autumn slaughter, how magnificent it is, and it makes people feel refreshed! You look at it, you read it, and your heart is simple and refreshing. In the blue heart field, white clouds and lotuses bloomed.
Qi Baishi "Red Lotus Flower"
"The autumn water is clear without a trace. The west wind rises on the Ting"( Song Xie Yi, "Fisherman's Pride").
The sparkling autumn water is clean and clear, reflecting the figure and charm of autumn; a large piece of red indigo is under the soft autumn sun, with dense light red indigo flowers, and the breeze ripples with waves of red halos, like a dream, such as the meticulous brush "Qingqiu Map".
"Clusters of cold flowers and red flowers of the water indigo, wet leaves of the river indigo" (Tang Bai Juyi's "Bamboo Branch Words").
Let people give birth to many reverie that love nature. The sound of rushing water, crisp and capable, with a metal-tapping inner substance. At this time, you can sit down and watch quietly, as if the stream, the fallen leaves that swirl and drift on the surface of the water, have never flowed away; the sediment of the years under the water has never changed; didn't Confucius also stand by such a stream and see the stream, fallen leaves, and sediment in front of me? Flowing water, falling leaves, life like a water.
"The most important thing is to think about life, and the reed flowers are in the middle of the moon" (Song Lu You's "Smoke Wave is a Matter");
"Evening clouds harvest, sunset hanging, a river maple leaves, reeds on both sides of the strait." (Yuan Xu Zaisi, "Putianle Xishan Xizhao")
The reeds of Shui Mei shed their emerald green costumes and replaced them with golden or crimson red, swaying into large areas of charming snow-white reeds in the autumn breeze.
"Very autumn color is unattended, half reed flowers and half indigo flowers" (Song Huang Geng, "Jiangcun Is The Thing").
The "Yi people" in the depths of The Reed Flower have traveled through thousands of years of time and space, and are still hidden in the days of modern people. Autumn water, reed flowers, and red indigo are entangled in an impressionist painting, which is unforgettable.
In the autumn rain, shallow stones slip through.
The jumping waves splashed with each other, and the egrets were shocked.
- Tang Wang Wei, "Luan Jiase"
A "sa" character positioning autumn rain can be described as a god. There are several autumn rains full of interest, cold and warm, tepid, not humble. The breeze in the autumn rain caresses the clouds, like the boudoir woman's constant state of mind, lingering and slightly sentimental; it makes people feel sad, and they have the meaning of sadness.
"The sycamore is more and drizzle, and it is bit by bit at dusk" (Song Li Qingzhao, "Slow Sound").
This is exactly the feeling of autumn smoke and rain, wet and cold, sad and bitter, like a layer of desolate tulle, so that the loneliness of autumn becomes the contemplation of autumn leaves. Holding an umbrella, blowing a breeze, the light fog white veil shrouded the autumn rain and shrouded the pedestrians in the rain; the sorrow was thousands of things, giving birth to poetry: "Sycamore falls, the flowers fall in autumn" (Wudai Feng Yanmi, "Yerba Buena Ferry"), and the mood and thoughts also become open.
Yellow-red-purple-green rocks, between high and low pine forests near and far.
The mountain color should not be old after autumn, and the lingfeng fang is a resident child.
--Song Zhao Lifu's "Maple"
"With the wind and green walls, the lonely clouds are thin, and the back of the sun dan maple is withered" (Song Zhao Chengde's "Red Leaves").
Dan maple is burning, and the red leaves are resistant to frost. Autumn wind is a huge paintbrush; autumn rain is a box of colorful paints. The wind dipped in rain, painted the maple trees fiery red, painted the ginkgo biloba golden, and the autumn leaves beautifully decorated this colorful season. Nature smiled, turned into a warm and melting brush, and casually smeared a few strokes: yellow and green, light red, scarlet, ochre yellow, dark brown...
"Wuye new yellow persimmon leaf red, but also black oak and Danfeng" (Song Yang Wanli," "Autumn Mountain Autumn Rain Flea Sighs").
Paint a leaf golden, dotted with stars; paint a tree that is gorgeous, bright and full of poetry. In autumn, it is a colorful watercolor painting.
"Parking and sitting in love with the maple forest at night, frost leaves red in February flowers" (Don Du Mu,"Mountain Walk").
Autumn leaves fluttering in full swing, sea of trees and clouds, slanting sun twilight crows, sunset and autumn leaves reflecting each other's autumn scrolls, in the depth of red, red, yellow and yellow, showing the elegant and moving autumn, unique charm of infinity.
"The flowers and chrysanthemums in the garden are golden, and there are lonely bushes that look like frost" (Tang Bai Juyi's "White Chrysanthemums on the Chongyang Mat");
"The incense of the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the city is full of golden armor" (Tang Huangchao's "Not the First Later FuJu").
In autumn, it is not only the yellow leaves of the autumn leaves that are blooming, but also the strong fragrance of osmanthus flowers, but also the bright color of chrysanthemums in the cold late autumn. Chrysanthemums, frost-like, blossoming, bushes, clusters, overwhelmed the earth. Or clusters, or branches, swaying in the autumn wind with shallow warmth, floating in the sunset with a faint fragrance of flowers, brilliant throughout autumn.
"After the east hedge put the wine at dusk, there is a dark fragrance full of sleeves. Mo Dao does not lose his soul, the curtain rolls in the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers" (Song Li Qingzhao, "Drunken Flower Yin").
Recalling the ancient sentence of this chrysanthemum, I think of a woman, the Song Dynasty, a woman known as the "chrysanthemum goddess". It seems to have seen the delicate back of her lonely frost in the autumn wind, and in the second half of her life, she still yearns for the fresh and elegant beauty in loneliness and loneliness.
"Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the South Mountain" (Jin Tao Yuanming's "Drinking").
The freehand portrait of this Eastern Hedge Picking Chrysanthemum has become a thousand-year-old song, achieving the popularity of the writer who does not bend his waist for five buckets of rice, and a kind of enlightened true meaning of life. Along with the chrysanthemum are a few red, red, blue and blue morning glory flowers hiding on the fence. Compared with the yellow loofah flowers and white gourd flowers on the fence, the morning glory flowers are more like small trumpets, and these colorful trumpets in the breeze blow the euphemistic and beautiful songs of autumn.
Thousands of mountains and mercuries fell, and two bells sounded.
The road into the small bridge and dreams passed, the bean blossom deep grass insects chirped.
- Song Zhang Liangchen, "Xiaoxing"
The sound of autumn is nothing more than the low chanting of grass worms. In the early morning or dusk, the breeze is clear, the moon is hanging obliquely in the sky, under the fields and bean blossoms, under the trees, between the walls of the farm yard, autumn insects hide in the grass or the open, emotionally chanting: "chirping", "squeaking", "snorting". Far and near, slowly and rapidly, singing quietly and deeply, singing with great splendor; sometimes loud and clear, sometimes affectionate and gentle. This endless serenade shows the beauty of the rhythm of life.
The frost grass is cut by the insects, and the pedestrians in the south of the village are absolutely dead.
Looking at the field before going out alone, the moon buckwheat flowers are like snow.
--Don Bai Juyi, "Village Night"
Listening to the whispers of the autumn insects, people feel the nostalgia of the countryside, and there is an ancient poetry, as if the cricket hiding under the bed in the Book of Poetry is still chanted.
"The wind turns over a thousand pieces of white waves, and the geese dot a line of qingtian characters" (Tang Bai Juyi's "Jianglou Evening Overlook Scenery Fresh Strange Yin Play into a Piece of Water Department Zhang Yuanwai").
Look up, march the geese, long song in the blue sky; clouds gather and disperse, slowly drifting; such as reading an autumn song. Open this quiet, fresh, and distant poetry book of autumn, the words are so beautiful, the sentences are intoxicating, you can no longer bear to close...
-Author-
Zhu Shaohua, a native of Junan County, is a senior middle school teacher. Loves to write. Teaching papers, prose essays, poems, paper cuttings and other works have been published in many newspapers and online platforms. He has won many awards in the Essay contest and online literature competition.