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Into Autumn

The beginning of autumn has passed, but the weather is still hot. An autumn rain fell calmly and drippingly between the sky and the earth all day and night. In the early morning of the next day, a moist and cool wind blew in my face. The coolness penetrates through the skin, reaches the heart of the person, and penetrates into every cell of the person.

As the saying goes: An autumn rain brings a cold. The breath of autumn rose up in a certain moment after the rain, accompanied by some faint thoughts.

"The sky is blue, the leaves are yellow, the autumn colors are rolling, and the cold smoke is green on the waves." When the sky is high and the clouds are clear, and the geese flying south can be seen, we can casually recite many such ethereal and poignant poems. Sentences about autumn. Chinese literati seem to all have a sense of autumn. Perhaps the artistic conception of autumn corresponds to the depressed mood of ancient literati. Those poems that were sublimated from the boundless melancholy have passed through the cultural corridor of history, like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance in the vast sea of ????literary stars.

However, I like autumn.

Autumn is so elegant and quiet, and so colorful, like a woman who exudes mature charm and great inner connotation. Occasionally, when I look up, the white and fluffy clouds, with an attitude of enlightenment, are floating leisurely and long, just above our heads, as if within reach; the sky is blue, strangely empty and high. Looking around, the orchards full of mountains are ablaze with colors, and the green gauze tents everywhere are lush and green. Dotted with the rich morning glow and the burning colorful clouds in the evening, everything in the world seems to have been heavily rendered by a master of painting with thick oil paint. . This is not a scene from the human world, it is clearly an oil painting made with splashes of ink.

Every once in a while, there will be continuous autumn rain falling down, like a sad woman talking, pattering, lingering, and can't help but make people feel faint feelings. After the rain, the gray-black clouds in the sky kept swimming and rolling, like a turbulent sea of ??clouds, and gradually emerged from the gray-blue sky. The sun came out, coating the rolling sea of ??clouds with a layer of golden color. The colorful clouds stretched freely on the sky, changing various postures at will, spreading out a colorful picture. The chirping of cicadas and frogs chirping near and far, one after another, played the natural sound of nature in the dusk after the rain. At this time, we have to be surprised by the magic and beauty of nature and sigh at this gorgeous season.

Autumn fields are the most charming. In the early morning, the autumn sun is like a dignified and quiet bride, fresh and charming, appearing on the eastern sky on time; the endless green gauze tent is waking up under the veil-like morning mist. It seemed that in an instant, the white gauze was unveiled, and the crystal dewdrops fell down, rolling down in the grass. The crops are all mature, and the corn stands majestically in the vast fields, letting out proud laughter wherever the wind passes; in the boundless cotton fields, the white cotton blossoms open their smiling faces to the autumn sun, It reminds me so much of my mother’s full smile on her face covered with rough wrinkles. At this time, the farmers in the fields were busy, with satisfied smiles on their faces. They greeted each other loudly when they met on the road, and their joy was beyond words. Perhaps only farmers who have made a living from farming for generations have a rich and simple autumn, filled with joy of harvest and returning home with a full load. Because they have cultivated a spring and worked a summer, and waited for two whole seasons.

When you enter autumn, you will find that this is a season that is both peaceful and changeable, and makes people think philosophically. Harvesting and withering, maturing and ending. Watching the green leaves that have been green all summer, slowly turn yellow and light, and fall when the wind blows, like a gentle sigh; after suffering more than a thousand days and nights in the dark, I spent my whole life. The cicada, which sang the praises of life with its full energy, lived for only a hundred days, and after spitting out its last crisp note, it quietly fell from the branch. All the glory will pass, the prosperity is gradually fading, and we see a season slowly coming to an end. Even the cries of the crickets at night were hurried and desolate, as if they knew their days were numbered.

Autumn is, after all, the season when the year is about to end and everything dies.

It is no wonder that there are so many poets in history who lament autumn, lament autumn, pity autumn, and sing softly about the sadness of autumn.

However, spring passes and autumn comes. This is the law of nature, and no force in the world can change it. From ancient times to the present, the changes in the political situation are like the cycle of the four seasons, turning hands into clouds and turning hands into rain. Yesterday, it was prosperous, but today it is like falling trees. Those generations of down-and-out literati could only raise their glasses to the moon, hold their wine to the wind, and give their loneliness to the autumn wind, leaving behind poems like fallen leaves for future generations to enjoy.

Only nature is silent, but with the help of the mountains, rivers, plants and trees it created, it evolves the unchanging laws of nature through the ages, showing its mercy and generosity, allowing All things in the world can continue and live endlessly.

Life is full of vegetation and autumn. We can experience dozens of spring and autumn in our life. We can feel and appreciate the prosperity and decline of life as spring and autumn come again and again. We can also have green hair turn white as spring and autumn come and go year after year. Perhaps only in the autumn of life can we begin to learn to taste the taste of life. At this time, you will learn to cherish life because you understand the preciousness of life, and let life settle and sublimate in thinking.

Therefore, every time I walk into the embrace of autumn, I let my thoughts turn into a cloud, rolling around at will, or a fallen leaf, to find the destination of my life.

Because I am also a wandering child of nature.