Sad prose about early autumn?

In the cool early autumn, the sudden rain is hidden in the lush green trees. I want to be the insider of the moon, even if the cool wind blows, I don’t want to go with the world. The content I bring to you below, I hope it will be useful to you.

Chapter 1: Under the early autumn moon, a touch of sadness in the passing years

Lonely for a long night, everything is quiet. Walking alone on the winding path, listening to the loneliness under the early autumn night, feeling the long-lost melancholy.

Under this dim night, there is silence. My thoughts are as intricate as the willows beside the long path under my feet, but what I can't hold back is the faint sadness and traces of melancholy in my heart.

Speechless, I climbed up to the west tower alone, looking up at the endless vastness under the night. In this slow long night, there are thousands of thoughts and lingering affections, sighing at the long years, and recalling the faint sadness.

In this desolate midnight, the bright moon is bright and the nebulae are flowing. Enjoy the beautiful night sky and indulge in the hazy world. In this hazy night, I heard Yue Lao's call, looked up, and saw the stars flickering uncertainly. The full moon in the sky looked extremely bright and bright under the stars, like a jade plate reflecting the clouds. All living beings. Presumably it must be Fairy Chang'e dancing under the moon in the lonely and deserted Guanghan Palace. Her graceful dance and elegant humor cannot wait for people to come and appreciate her?

Perhaps here In the Heavenly Palace, no one could feel her heavier mood at this moment. She could only feel sad, eclipsed and spinning her dance alone. She has no relatives, no laughter, but only a pitiable jade rabbit to keep her company. How miserable and tragic is this?

Looking up at the stars, twinkling in the sky under the early autumn night Looking at the starry sky, at the top of the Milky Way, I am watching you, me, or her.

The breeze is blowing, under the cover of the early autumn moonlight, the calm night sky is blowing a bit of coolness, plus a little bit of sadness, a miserable story, destined to have trouble sleeping tonight?

In this sleepless night, my drunkenness is hazy, and my thoughts are wandering. After a glass of wine, my love has already reached the depths, and tears will naturally flow down!

A song in this life, the world of mortals will continue again. Love, hate, and resentment in the world are always expressed in a true and unintentional manner. There is a bright moon in the sky, illuminating my thoughts every year. But please give me a bottle of wine and have sex with you. How can the loneliness under the moonlight be something we in the mortal world can bear? This is true for the moon palace and the same is true for the mortal world.

In the long silent night, longing becomes the wind. Ask the moon for wine and sigh at the moon. Thoughts are like thousands of threads, and thousands of words can't explain them. The sky is full of sadness, tears flow by themselves, the dawn wind dries, and the traces of tears remain. When I want to write down my thoughts, I talk alone in Xilan.

Once upon a time, you were dressed in red makeup, sitting alone in front of the window, flashing your eyes affectionately, tuning the strings to the moon, dragging your tired body, finishing the song and then continuing. A song, repeated over and over again, miserable and miserable. Gather those faint thoughts into a sonata under the moonlight, and entrust the dream to the matchmaker under the moon. With the light breeze, I drifted romantically in the thousand-year time tunnel. I was intoxicated alone and felt your longing for you in this life. In the long years, I told you a touch of sadness in the fleeting years.

Love and hate are in a moment, raising a glass to the moon is as passionate as the sky. The world of mortals is rolling, love and hate are intertwined. If all the love in the world is just a practice, then all the hate in the world will eventually be erased by time!

In this life, we will never leave each other. You climbed mountains and waded here, and came from far away in the sky just to stay with me. The world is rolling, and you have endured hardships in two lives. Your thousands of years of practice are just for one dream in this life. There have been many changes in the world, and the road of love has been bumpy. Life is so short, and true love is so unbearable. I miss you over the cliff and forget about love, but I can't stop my original intention of staying with you forever. If my heart moves, I will burst into tears.

I know that the practice thousands of years ago is destined to be lonely and silent in this life, and the years are ruthless. I will be drunk in the world of dreams for a thousand years, wandering and helpless, with wisps of emotions in the world. Your beautiful shadow shines in the most beautiful years, deepening my longing and lingering in my heart, just like an orchid in the deep empty valley exuding an alluring fragrance, coming to my nostrils. I also know that in this life, this moment has already become the saddest memory.

If I fail to meet you in this life, then the five hundred times I looked back at my past life are destined to be just an empty dream. If I don’t have fate in this life, I will definitely meet you in the next life.

Even if I can't, I will still be your green skirt and caress my heart.

Chapter 2: Early Autumn

Autumn, like a first-born baby, is coming. I like to watch the mature figure of autumn in the golden sunset. That golden touch is her soft cloak, and the afterglow reflects her mature cheeks, bringing her charm to the extreme. At that moment, the first autumn leaves falling leisurely danced beautifully; at that moment, the song sung by the mountain spring was melodious. And I am already intoxicated in such singing and dancing.

"Since ancient times, autumn has been a sad and lonely time. I say that autumn is better than spring." People say that autumn makes people think deeply and makes people emotionally ups and downs. It seems that people's troubles have to be gathered here. The Buddha said that there was a cause in the past life, and there is a result in this life. The suffering in life is not caused by one lifetime. If the Buddha's words are truly verified, then everything happening today is the result of past lives. There is also the theory of good causes and good consequences. In this case, why bother being "sad and lonely"? The human state of mind is the most difficult to control. It can make you happy or sad. Sometimes the state of mind is like a wild horse running wild, and sometimes it is as quiet as a virgin. But Liu Yuxi’s sentences express my mentality. The yellow flowers are yellow, the sky is blue, the geese are mates, and they are typing away. They know each other, they mark the blue sky, and kiss the white clouds. How free and unrestrained it must be? It's just that the emotions arise from the environment, and the environment also touches the emotions. This makes people think a lot. Therefore, Buddha pursues "letting go" of everything. External things and objects are the external causes of ups and downs in your mood. If you really reach the state of "not being happy with things, not being sad with yourself", how can you have so many troubles? "A crane is arranging on the clouds in the clear sky, which leads to a poem. "Love reaches the blue sky" is so desirable! People are just wild geese walking across the ground, passing through a lifetime. Many times, why bother with others? Therefore, I pursue freer happiness, yearn for the unrestrained poetry that soars into the sky, and advocate the calmness of a clear conscience.

There are many fallen leaves in the palm garden, and I am relieved to know that it is autumn. In the hustle and bustle of the world, how many times can we get peace in life? "There are few people coming to the wild temple, and the cloud peaks are separated by deep water." You might as well look for the artistic conception in the poem, seek peace of mind, and take a deep breath in these crisp autumn days. Then, you will feel that your soul has been baptized. Climbing high and looking far into the distance, one can see the sky as far as the eye can see. Refinement from vulgarity often lies in the loneliness of being alone. The depression in my heart can only be eliminated by myself.

"Where does the autumn wind come? It sends the wild geese flying. The solitary guest is the first to smell the trees in the garden." Put aside the worries of the world, you might as well be a solitary guest, stroll on the path covered with fallen leaves, and look at the sky Return to the wild goose, listen to the heartbeat of the spring water, in a quiet place, watch the withered roses kiss the flowing water, let the flowing water and falling flowers become entangled in love, and only regard yourself as the master of autumn. The whole world belongs to you. In an instant, I felt that this quiet loneliness was my richest kingdom.

Autumn is getting deeper and the grass is yellow. The loyal chrysanthemums bloom beautifully; the distant creek gurgls like a song and goes with the flow. The stream accumulated into a peaceful lake. A speck of dust can smash it into pieces. I know that this stream contains the affection of falling flowers, the helplessness of flowing water, the sorrow of the world, and the joy of proud chrysanthemums. There are also footprints that have been trampled by oneself.

The grass is deep, the road is long, the autumn colors are endless, and the moon is getting rounder. I lost the way I came, and looking back, I saw a dark red temple entwined with clouds and mist on the top of a mountain far away, like a fairyland. Facing this scene, I hesitated in my steps: Where should I go?

That’s all, hesitation will always miss the best time. It is better to step on the autumn moon and sprinkle songs all the way to this early autumn, sending them to the leisurely clouds and flowing water. Flowing in my lonely kingdom. Next year, in the days after the autumn delivery, let me pick them up one by one: "The dusk clouds have cleared up and overflowed with the cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently. This life will not be good this night, where can I see the bright moon next year?"

Chapter 3: Early Autumn, Xia Weiyang

Author: Luomei Xuewu

An autumn rain, a cold, after several rains, autumn is approaching, the taste of late summer, in In the cool autumn wind, a year's journey has ended, and there is still more to come. It flies away resolutely, leaving behind a trace of residual warmth. Summer has passed. I have finished the last page and warmed up the last cup. Got on the last train. I always reminisce about summer, and feel a little reluctant to leave it. I sit in front of the window, listening to the rustling of leaves, and the colors dim before my eyes. On the dark green edge, a touch of yellow is approaching quietly. Time is slipping through my fingers like an hourglass. It is true autumn. Come, summer is gone!

Sometimes, the colorful flowers are falling, and this summer has come to a close. The clothes have faded, and the petals fall to the soil and turn into dust.

It turns out that the beauty of summer flowers is yesterday's song. Suddenly, I feel a little sad. I don't know whether it is because of the flowering period of the tea plant or because the summer flowers have not yet bloomed. I am always a little reluctant to leave. The colorful butterflies have not yet finished their love flowers, so why are there many missing flowers? , leaving all the way, the darkness spreads...

Some of the stamens still have the taste of reluctance; some of the petals still have the glory of the past written on them. Unexpectedly, you are gone, When she passed away, everything fell into pieces, leaving the ending in the dust. The beauty is most beautiful. In fact, the ending has already been written. We are all dust, and all the colors may have been painted on a whim. In the smoke-like summer, lights and colors were put on, each showing a scene, but the ending was the same. , very similar, the flowers have fallen away, drifting away, leaving nothing on the ground!

I still can’t believe that everything is so hurried, I haven’t seen your face clearly, I haven’t whispered in detail, there is always such a feeling There were many ideas, but none of them were realized. Quietly, the scenery changed, leaving a touch of green swaying in the autumn wind. When people leave, the buildings are empty and the flowers fall, and the old years and past scenery are in vain. What used to be a small building, full of the beauty of summer, is now just an empty pavilion, with the rustling autumn wind and an occasional hint of coolness!

In early autumn, Xia Yi is still young, adding only a few straight lines. White, tells Weiyang's deep love and attachment to that flower. In this piece, the fragrance of osmanthus is already yesterday. The lotus leaves slowly, carrying the last bit of fragrance. The calm water Mei, the lotus leaves are green through the water and the moon, and the blue waves are slightly , but it is the spread of autumn water. Twisting Du Mu's poem "The autumn light of silver candles paints the screen coldly, and the small fan blows on the flowing fireflies. The sky is as cold as water at night, and I sit and watch the Altair and Vega." In "Autumn Eve", thousands of years have passed through, maybe it was a certain dynasty and a certain era. , waving flowing sleeves, talking about the dream of summer flowers.

We walked into each other in early autumn, and Xia Yi's expectations were left blank in the pure white sky. The moonlight in autumn is exceptionally bright, nostalgic, recalling old friends, longing for distant places, thinking about summer, you can have a leisurely journey no matter what. Walking through the elegant early autumn mountains, seeing the prosperity of all living beings, stepping into the autumn wind and autumn water, this autumn scene , Su Jing is in the heart, whether you are nostalgic or in love with summer, you can draw the most true and write the most beautiful in this clean sky!

Quietly, in a corner, listen to the wind and watch the rain fall. Counting meteors pass by, this section, that journey, whether it is nostalgic for the summer that has passed, or looking forward to the winter snow and red plum blossoms, when the four seasons change, leave a petal of your heart's fragrance on the paper of the years, holding it with your heart With hands that follow the circumstances, you can write to yourself and complete the trajectory of your life. Read time, write years, talk about life, talk about life, let all the essays sit on the brows and in the heart.

Early Autumn, Jing'an, gone, gone, we can still say that we will never forget, it is to send time, the most true confession; looking back on the years, the most beautiful bouquet may not be fresh flowers The lining is not the reverberation of the song. It should be noted that every season and every paragraph has its own unique elegance and is a journey of beauty. Be real and casual, summer is gone and it will come again; time is gone, we can cherish the present and seize the splendor of tomorrow.

Counting Weiyang, the long curtained Xuan window, under the fragrance of ink, smoothes the twists and turns, comforts the waves, and puts your mind on the open greenery, blooming like a sunflower. We are all ordinary people, we can cry when we are in pain, laugh when we are happy, turn around and wash away yesterday, and start over again. There is no obstacle that cannot be overcome, and there is no river that cannot be crossed. Reading, laughing, and crying, the mountains and rivers are full of mountains and rivers, this is the real life!

In early autumn, Xia Weiyang, sit in the sunset and watch the time and rain, Weaving flowers over time, commemorating the end of summer, lingering on the past, sincere, true nature, freehand life!