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Autumn is still here, you can hear the singing of leaves, you can see the whispering of the sun, you can wander freely in ink and wash, and you can think about life in deep annual rings.
Whatever the reason, as long as you step into the scenery in November, you seem to have entered a mysterious art picture.
You will feel that everything is smart and full of warmth in an instant. This wonderful artistic conception painting will melt you into it, so that your heart will not be disturbed by other thoughts, as if you were in a fairyland.
This is 1 1 month, a colorful world of ink and wash, and it is an attractive season for painting.
If beauty is in the world, beauty is in the four seasons, and the scenery in the four seasons is different, but I love autumn alone.
Gently walk into the picture frame of the season, the autumn sunshine is warm, and the trees are telling old songs. The three old people sit together, sometimes listening, sometimes echoing, or telling stories about their childhood, thus opening this harmonious and warm picture.
Elegant and holy pen and ink have long been painted and dyed, and the pen of nature gives everything a soul, and natural flow casts the deep character of the earth.
The autumn wind blows, and Sichuan is full of pride. In the golden season, reed flowers fly out of the world like snow, flying all over the sky, scattering beautiful and moving notes, such as the songs of the years, and the hands of late autumn slowly open the picture scroll.
It seems to be still for a moment. It must be at the moment of opening. The wind blew off the golden leaves and floated into my field of vision. In Yan Ying's obsession, there is a gentle mood and elegant charm.
It's late in first frost in late autumn, so stop and enjoy the rest. The frost forest is dyed and the beating colors are infinite, which edifies the joy that continues after the harvest is returned to the warehouse.
The half-open picture is a reverie in the twilight, wings in the clouds, showing off the stagnation in our hearts, and the faint enchanting is an old song we like, singing slowly, savoring slowly and intoxicated ourselves. Let it all be as beautiful and colorful as a dream. It seems that only nature's paintings can explain it clearly.
When it comes to aesthetics, my requirements are not high either. The sound of fallen leaves has stirred my mood. Perhaps this is the most touching and beautiful note.
Walking in the depths of the picture scroll, I am humming my own songs, walking on the ridge and walking in Shan Ye. Autumn colors rippled before my eyes, my mood echoed in the sky, fallen leaves covered my happy walking path, autumn mountains dyed my passionate heart red, the warm sun in autumn caressed my strong spine, and a wisp of sunset glow stretched out the shadow of my dream.
Walking by the quiet lake in autumn water, the warm sunshine shines into the lotus pond, brightening the withered lotus and photocopying the bleak. Of course, you can also wait for the surprise of large areas of smoke. Perhaps, there will be a boat, leisurely rippling across the bridge, rippling in the pure reflection. You can't help but imagine, and maybe you can feel some kind of graceful and implicit beauty.
On the other side of the lake, there are understatements and heavy colors, but the most surprising thing is that someone is whistling and full of bitterness. I don't understand why he has the heart to break the dream of late autumn.
Perhaps, this is a lonely and sad person waiting for the desolate and crying autumn!
An old crow perched quietly on a dead branch, and several bleak cries reflected the slow and abrupt pause of Silver in Xiao Sheng. Suddenly, the singing of waterfowl began again, crisp and harsh, sliding across the lake and sweeping across the sky, and the lingering sound dragged its tail, which sounded far away.
The shadow of the mountain was also blown to my eyes by the wind. Fixed posture, changed clothes, inky valleys, oil-painted hillsides, burning torches at the top of the mountain, and faint white clouds floating, which are seasonal bonfires, indicating the coming cold and freehand brushwork.
Anyone can spread the news of this season. You see, the geese and the herringbone team, with longing for spring, fly high and far neatly, just like messengers in a dream, conveying happy or sad news.
At this time, I have reached the realm of emptiness in this beautiful picture. Such a quiet picture scroll can really fascinate people.
However, when I quietly left the picture scroll and stood from the perspective of thinking, I felt that if I had not been baptized and tested by wind, frost, rain and snow, there would not be such a wonderful picture scroll.
From this, I think the picture of life can be so beautiful. As long as we paint with our souls, everyone will have their own, most beautiful world picture.
In the sunset, the wind quietly put away the picture of late autumn, and the season is ready for winter. ...
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