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The beauty of golden autumn persimmons

A little orange red shimmers in the sun, reflecting the blue sky, lining the roaring autumn wind, and then look at the appearance of persimmons hanging from the branches, it is really a good time of year! Persimmons are not only beautiful, but also delicious, delicious after biting a little skin and sucking the first bite, sweet and soft juice fills the mouth, wonderful. Mr. Lao She, a literary master, once planted persimmon trees in his own yard and gave the yard a name, called "Dan Persimmon Courtyard". In the late autumn, Mr. Lao She took a family of old and young people to pick persimmons, and the persimmons were picked as gifts for friends. But for the scribes, eating was never the goal, and this idle business was elegant. In short, it is aesthetic and emotional. When the fun of eating falls into the fun of pen and ink, persimmons also jump into vanilla flowers like Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum. For example, Wen Zhenheng of the Ming Dynasty said in the Chronicle of Long Things that persimmons have seven virtues, such as tree longevity, leaf shade, no bird's nest, no insect beetle, frost leaves can be rewarded, good fruits can be eaten, and fallen leaves can be fat. Thus, the pleasing persimmon tree debuted in the pen of the literati. Qi Baishi old man loves persimmons very much, self-described as "persimmon garden old man", nearly ninety years old also painted a "six persimmon map", stacked in the basket of six green persimmons, some slightly yellow, some still blue. It is said that the leaves of persimmons turn red in autumn, and can rival red maples during the frost season. There are poems to examine, the Tang Dynasty poet Zheng Guyun "Tateshina White Wave Noisy Summer, Persimmon Garden Red Leaves Remember Chang'an", Tang Dynasty Poet Wei Zhuangyun "Persimmon Leaves Add Red Scenery, Locust Ke Minus Green Yin"... The scenery that came out between the lines was no more elegant than feng. Persimmon leaves are fattened, and they are also of great use to scholars in ancient times. In the Tang Dynasty's "Shang Shu Gushi", it is recorded that there were sometimes Zheng Sheng's famous pious people, who loved calligraphy and painting and had no money to buy paper copies, because ci'en Temple had persimmon beads and fell leaves on the ground, so they borrowed monks' houses to live and collected red leaves all day long to learn books. It is said that Zheng Qian stored three rooms of persimmon leaves, and was very reserved, and the front and back were written. When Tao Jiyi, a literary scholar at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, lived in seclusion in the south village, he would pick up persimmon leaves to remember things after farming. When you're done, throw it into the urn. Later, these words written on persimmon leaves were compiled into the "Nancun Quit Farming Record". Thinking about it carefully, Yang Wanli's "but remember the taste of wulu wild pond, full of persimmon leaves are kanshu" said, is not it necessary for the students to take persimmon leaves as paper to learn words? On the right, the elegance of the literati, while I only learned three points of elegance, more is the fun of worldly fireworks. I like to juice persimmons, persimmons, persimmon leaves, take the juice and apply it to the cloth, and when it is dried, the persimmon color will appear on the cloth. It is said that the Japanese call this "the dye of the sun". Only when made of persimmons can there be empty dyeing, the old cloth should be used, structured and original, as if it is a paste with age, and there is a proper sinking. Every late autumn, I always can't help but lean on the window three times a day to gaze at the persimmon tree in the courtyard, silently sighing in my heart: the beauty of persimmons, into poetry, into the text, into the painting, into the heart!