[Prose] Autumn is a starting │ Jia Hai ‖ Autumn │ Liu Yunfu

Autumn is a starting

Jiahai

Throughout the year, spring, summer, autumn and winter, they all bloom their own personality. Spring is full of motivation and vibrant; summer, lively and straightforward, irritability; autumn, graceful inner show, autumn high and refreshing; winter, cold and harsh, snowy. Different seasons have different charm, the beauty of the four seasons is intoxicating. However, the most intoxicated is the beautiful autumn.

Ye Hong, the mountains are red; the leaves are falling, the mountain is bald. In the early morning, walking on the street, the clear wind was wrapped in the autumn breath, blowing a few red leaves, and it turned like a light butterfly. At noon, the sun rose, and it filled the earth with golden light to illuminate the darkness and warm people's hearts. At night, the car came and went, the lights were bright, people were bustling, so lively!

A burst of autumn wind blew, and the rice ears blinked yellow, as if a layer of golden carpet was paved with the ground. The golden sunflower was like a shy little girl, and she lowered her head embarrassed. The wild chrysanthemums on the road are fighting and gorgeous, just like the poet Yuan Zi's portrayal of the chrysanthemum; "The autumn bush is like the Tao family, and it is increasingly oblique around the fence. Putting on the red jacket, the grapes put on the purple robe, the orange was put on a yellow coat, and a large piece of cotton seemed to be a white clouds falling into the world.

The autumn ended the bright brightness and vitality of summer, so autumn added an indescribable sorrow to the sorrowful poets in the autumn.

Since ancient times, autumn has been a symbol of sadness, a manifestation of decline, and a barometer of life sorrow. Qu Yuan said, "The autumn wind, the wound of the cave is under the wood." Song Yu said, "Sadness, the autumn is also qi! Xiao Se is the flowers and trees falling down." : "The autumn wind is small in the cold weather, and the grass and trees are shaken into frost."

Naturally, Wanmu is depressed, and fallen leaves are flying. The objects of nature have made people feel the common sense of the soul. The four seasons of the universe are reminiscent of the four seasons of life. Qiuye fluttering, and things and people, sorrows come from it, as Lu Ji "Wen Fu" stated: "Sad leaves are in the Qiu Qiu, joyful strips are in Fangchun", and the glory of things causes the sadness and joy of the heart.

Sorrow, the autumn of the heart also. Such as Li Bai's "Human tobacco and oranges, autumn colors old sycamore", Jiadao "autumn wind blows Weishui, fallen leaves are full of Changan", Liu Yong "is red declining and decreased, 苒苒", Li Shangyin "autumn yin is not scattered frost and fly late late , Listening to the sound of the rain ", Meng Haoran" has no autumn color, and the mountains are cold. "The Penza stabs with five clouds.

The Tang Dynasty poet Ma Dai pushed this kind of sadness to the extreme, "the leaves of the leaves, and the cold lantern alone." He traveled to the countryside, and suddenly saw the leaves, the autumn was struck, the light was sitting alone, and the love was born, even if the teenager was old. The empty garden Bai Lu, a lonely wall wild monk, is extremely cold and lonely.

Du Fu's "Ascension": "Thousands of miles of sad autumn are often guests, more than a century of illness on the stage." The poets are abroad all year round. Come, Wanli and hundred years, there is no space and misty time.

Du Fu's "Eight Songs of Qiu Xing" was written during the Langzhou period in the first year of the Dali calendar (AD 766). One. The desolate tragedy, the vast sadness, the mountains and the sea, the wind and the clouds change, the turbulence, just as "the waves in the river are surging, and the wind and clouds are stuffed." On the occasion of "the name of the name, the official should be old", the poet has nothing to do, and he can only swim on the Jiangyu. When he experienced the suffering of the bottom, he got a spiritual return, "what is like a fluttering, a sand gull in the world."

Autumn is a portrayal of artistic conception. It is cold, small, lonely, sad, and simple. It is the realm of prosperity in life. The world always likes the prosperity of spring, excluding the ruthlessness and loneliness of autumn. However, autumn is the season when people cannot avoid the inevitable experience. Whether it is the autumn of seasonal or life, there are experience, suffering, vicissitudes, and the maturity and harvest of autumn, and there is an old state of art.

Taste the autumn rain carefully. On both sides of the street, the original branches and leaves seem to have lost their due colors. The sky is light silver and white, and it is like a cow -haired autumn rain. Mian Mianqiu rain slowly went into the earth, flowed into the earth, flowed into the river, flowed into the Yangtze River, and also flowed into the hearts of people.

In the coolness of autumn, it is also mixed with fiery. The maple maple maple to the green to the orange red, the layers of leaves are ups and downs, floating, and looking far away, like a red cloud in the sky. The leaves are large and small, like shawls, like Caixia, and present a passionate dance in the wind. I stared at this fire -like maple forest, and the emotions seemed to be with it, burning ...

The artistic conception in autumn is unable to depict in language, and it is also unable to draw by painters with brushes. The artistic conception in autumn can only be appreciated with the heart and feels with the eyes. The rich cultural and historical heritage in autumn makes autumn full of spirit. Whether it is Yue Fei, Xin Qiji, Wen Tianxiang, Qu Yuan, or Gong Zizhen, Xia Wanchun, they all praise the beauty of autumn and praise the great rivers and mountains of the motherland.

It is my sincere wish to be friends with autumn, accompany Qiu, and autumn!

In autumn, we can't get intoxicated for too long after all. Drunk can only shivering in the severe winter and overwhelmed. On the contrary, the aspirations are greeted, and even in the wind and rain in the cold winter, it will be thicker courage. In autumn, we can't just sigh after all. Golden yellow becomes a kind of withering, and it is also a new life. It is only for the sake of singing and singing.

In the autumn, we ca n’t have too much frustration after all. The darkness in our hearts is that it is a clear sky for Langri. How can we pass through the thick frozen soil and give a touch of green for spring?

Autumn is also a starting.

May wish to put more or less harvest into the diary, might as well give the pursuit of true and fantasy to the years, and facing the strong northwestern wind from the day and day.

The beginning of autumn will be brand new.

Autumn

Liu Yunfu

Most people appreciate the autumn spot

The fragrance of osmanthus, and the fruit of the autumn

Even more intoxicated

And the waves of autumn wind turning

But who has thought about the fallen leaves of autumn, with the sadness of autumn

Shake in the unsure wind

Dressed in autumn colored clothes, step by step

Yiyi reluctantly wrapped his hands to nourish her

Use the body of life to return to the earth that raises her

The autumn wind swept her leaves like a fallen leaf in the air again

The sunset is reflected on her body

It seems that autumn is so attached

Yi Ye Zhiqiu is the strong that she sacrifice her life

And the branches nodded and nodded

Thanks for her silent giving

Only the gorgeous spring, the green of summer, the fruit of the autumn

Accompany the vicissitudes of time, time, and seasonal changes

One leaf with the arrival of autumn, there are surprises, gorgeous

There are also sadness and sadness

The shallow time, the sadness of the passage of years

Source: Sichuan Provincial Local House Work Office

Author: Jia Hai (Member of the Chinese Prose Society, a member of the Sichuan Writers Association, Vice Chairman of the Writers Association of Jialing District, Nanchong City, and a first -class Chinese first -class Chinese language first -class Chinese in Jialing District, Nanchong City)

Liu Yunfu (pen name: Tashi, born in 1963, joined the army in 1981, fifteen years from the army, and then transferred to the work of local government agencies. office manager)

Picture: Fang Zhi Sichuan

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