-For lost memories.

I like autumn, probably because of my preference for fallen leaves. I have always thought that golden leaves are a great temptation. When you step on it, it is not the fallen leaves that break, but the memory. Streets covered with thick fallen leaves are full of warmth and sweetness, and stepping on them is warm happiness. The childishness of childhood, the innocence of teenagers and the romance of teenagers are all contained in the romantic leaves. I was intoxicated with such happiness and stepped on it again and again, as if to clean up the gold in my memory. Autumn is so beautiful, but this beauty is suddenly given a blank night, which is more empty than the crystal clear at zero.

The sky in autumn is always blue. It is really a melancholy season, like Lin Daiyu's autumn! Behind the purity and transparency lies Wang's deep thoughts. I held a handful of fallen leaves in my hand, and the broken leaves slipped down my fingers, and my new leaves felt a pain. Just like a clear tear flowing from a girl's bright eyes, there is a beautiful desolation that people can't bear to see but can't erase.

I was so obsessed with the fallen leaves in my hands, but when a gust of wind passed, how much dust fell on the cement road and the fallen leaves disappeared. My hand stopped alone in the wind, and did the memories of the past go with the wind? There is only the sound of the wind blowing leaves in my ears. . . . . .

Autumn has passed without a trace. . . . . .

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Zhang Xiaofeng's classic prose Autumn Autumn

Morning glory vines are everywhere, and small purple waves have been hitting my window until it suddenly closes.

Sunlight is dazzling white, like tin, like many glowing metals. Which wise ancient man remembered it with a wooden spring?

Taking gold as autumn? We like the green color of wood, but how can we not admire the brilliance of metal?

By the way, you can feel it even with your eyes closed. In the clouds, on reeds, on bamboos everywhere,

In the wind full of valleys, it fluttered down like this.

In our city, if the summer is too long, the autumn scenery will inevitably appear later. But autumn will never be confused.

Confusion-this hard and clear metal season. Let's recognize it from the cool breeze, let's recognize it from the newly cut grass fragrance.

Go get it.

This is the 25th autumn in my life, but I am still very excited. As a poet said.

"Still superstitious about beauty."

Yes, when the fiftieth autumn comes, I'm afraid I'll still be so obsessed with beauty.

At that time, in Nanjing, I just started to remember some fragmentary things, and a beautiful village often appeared in the picture.

I quietly walked away from the adults and sat alone on the grass. The plane leaves began to fall, fall,

A lot of mysterious beauty fell into my heart together. I was suddenly confused, and my mind could hardly bear it.

This excitement. I just picked up a fallen leaf in confusion. The leaves are yellow-brown and curved, like a small one, carrying a dream.

On the boat, there are two beautiful buttonwood trees on one side of the boat. Every time there is a gust of wind, I shuttle through the rain of fallen leaves and pick it up.

Buttonwood trees from one place to another. There must be one or two buttonwood trees that I didn't pick up sprouting on the grass, right? Twenty years, I

I seem to hear the distant west wind and leaves rustling in the wind. I can still see those ships carrying dreams sailing.

On the grassland, sailing in the hope of a seed.

I remember that evening on the small balcony, and at the end of my sight was an ancient city wall. In the double desolation of dusk and autumn,

I often wonder who added desolation to the flute. I like this sad beauty, inexplicably so. Little uncle

I once walked all the way to the wall. Those mottled stones and overgrown grass make me feel indescribable.

Looking at Xin Jiaxuan's ci from small to large, I always feel that gloomy and sad artistic conception is familiar. What am I familiar with?

Where are the words? What I am familiar with is the autumn colors of ancient Nanjing.

Later, when I arrived in Liuzhou, the city was full of mountains and trees. Walking in the street, there is always the smell of orange pomelo on both sides. school

There is a mountain ahead, which I always thought was a hundred thousand mountains in geography textbooks. In autumn, the mountains are clear and small.

The yellow and blue sky appears higher.

"Yuanyuan," I asked my companion in awe. "You preach our art teacher Gong can draw?

This mountain? "

"Yes, he can."

"Of course, of course," she cried eagerly. "It's a pity that he broke his hand playing basketball recently, otherwise it would be all over.

He can paint in Liuzhou and all over the world. "

There was a long silence.

"Is it true?"

"Really, of course."

I looked at her and then at the mountain, the sacred, beautiful and deep autumn mountain.

"No, it's impossible." I suddenly said with certainty, "He can't draw, certainly not."

I don't remember how the debate ended that day. That girl Yuan Yuan and I have broken up.

More than ten years. If I can see it again, I will still insist on it like that.

No one can draw a mountain like that, no one can.

Yuanyuan, what about you? Do you admit it now? I met a girl named Yuanyuan the year before last, so I was anxious to ask her.

She smiled and said that she didn't remember whether she had lived in Liuzhou. Then she's not you. No one can forget Liuzhou,

No one can forget the lush, heavy and golden mountain.

The days were exhausted by the west wind, and a series of metallic days were accompanied by happy jingles. Finally, when people grow up, they will

After learning Autumn Songs, I will ride a bicycle and imagine Lu Fangweng's feeling of "listening to the autumn wind with all his ears".

Travel in autumn, as usual, there are glowing memories in the photo album. I still remember that time, when I came back from swimming, I sat on a tour bus.

"Which season do you like best?" I asked Ji.

"Autumn." She simply replied that her eyes were full of all the beautiful Qiu Guang.

I suddenly became happy.

"Me too, ah, we all are."

She told me many stories about autumn, about Shan Ye and the countryside. She described to me that she often.

Next to a small sleeping pond, endless fruits in the forest.

As the bus went along, the students got off at the station and the carriages became more and more empty.

"Zhi," I suddenly looked down, "when we are old, our lifelong companions get off one by one.

The seat is loose. What will happen to you? "

"I will be very sad." She said gloomily.

What are we doing? Zhi, we just said some stupid things about little girls, which was so deep.

What's the solution to shake it down?

However, in any case, the days when we hide in the bushes to study and sleep together are beautiful.

Now, you are working in the deep mountains in central China, working like a missionary, and loving those simple mountains from the bottom of your heart.

Soul. At the beginning of this year, we met again, still in such a good mood, sitting on a small ferry and enjoying the Tamsui River in the morning.

You haven't uncovered the thin blue fog yet, but it's loud. You continue your story of the mountain.

"Sometimes, when I go to the mountains, I slowly climb many mountains by myself." You said, "Suddenly,

I stopped and found that all the walls were mountains! It's all majestic blue! I stood in surprise, ah, how is that possible?

Beautiful! "

I look at you, Ji, and my heart is full of happiness. After being apart for so many years, we are all fine and have good dreams.

Okay.-Those mountains! Dreams that do not belong to the horizon.

Now, autumn in our mountains is very thick and white. Occasionally, there will be an autumn rain, and the thin cold will attack people. After the rain,

There are often cold moonlight, which makes people feel sad about autumn. What about your home? The windows should also be lightened.

Autumn scenery, right? How suitable autumn is for the love of an old friend, and how suitable it is for the bright dream wrapped in silver!

With the wind, purple waves churned, turning the coolness of a mountain in autumn into my heart. I like this season,

It's just that I feel lonely in love.

It's not that you are not infatuated with the tenderness of spring, not that you don't yearn for the heat of summer, but that you should be serious and successful in life.

Maturity should be sacred, just like autumn gives us-however, who knows? Who knows? Who will appreciate the depth?

And then what?

The mountains in the distance are retreating, and the ruins in the distance are covered with calm indigo. And the woody orchids nearby are still fragrant.

Power can rule a large area of land. ) the stream ran out of the cracks and wrote in the garden that no one could understand it.

Running script, a poem, is full of twists and turns, which is used to describe the pure Qiu Guang.

And my title page is empty, I don't have a poem, but I love autumn with all my piety and awe.

May my life be the same as before, without the most gorgeous spring flowers, too many floating Xia Yun, no noise, no.

There are rotating colors, only quiet and simple white, only the depth and seriousness of mature life, only dreams, just like dreams.

A dream as eager and rich as a red maple.

Autumn, this hard and bright metal season, is my deep love.

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Gan Qiuwen/Dong Yanling

Autumn is coming.

Autumn is a busy and tense season.

The wind is very busy, and the hot and humid air flows gently in summer, which makes people feel refreshed and the sky is blue; Clouds are busy, floating freely and easily in the sky, sometimes as soft as cotton wool, sometimes like sheep on the grassland, and then suddenly leave and disappear without a trace. Corn, sweet potatoes, soybeans and other crops in the field have also been infected and have been rushing up. Some people say that the sound of corn jointing can be heard in the dead of night fields. I'm afraid I'm also worried about falling behind in this game! The competition of crops forced the farmers to stretch their hands tightly, busy harvesting and scrambling to sow. The students had a happy summer vacation, took up their schoolbags and hurried to school, entered the classroom and started a tense new semester. The station and pier are full of tired wage earners who go home for the autumn harvest and ambitious but naive college students. Only the sun, which is high in the sky, seems to have been tired of going out early and returning late in the long hot days, and wants to take a break, so he hides behind the mountain early and lazily slips away to have a rest.

The first time I spent autumn in this city was in the first semester of my freshman year in college in the 1980s. It seems that school started on September 7th. The countryside is not too busy, but there are already signs of being busy. Arrived in the capital of song dynasty, the beautiful, simple and elegant campus was quiet. On the lawn and in the Woods, there are students who study with relish and young couples who embrace each other affectionately. Only those who exercise on the court appear energetic and passionate; There, the hiss of youth can be heard everywhere, where the passion and vitality of generate are like passionate and high-pitched music movements. In contrast, the breath of autumn seems to be gone, and only a little smell can be smelled in the faint osmanthus fragrance that occasionally floats in the air. On a fierce day, groups of vendors suddenly appeared at the entrance of the campus, pushing tricycles, holding coal stoves, baking sweet potatoes, burning corn, cooking peanuts or frying chestnuts, swaying in the familiar smell that drifted into the nose involuntarily. We know that the real autumn has arrived.

That year, during the annual Chrysanthemum Exhibition in Kaifeng, we really enjoyed the autumn weather of the ancient city. "Every chrysanthemum is yellow, and the Liang Garden is absolutely like frost", and all kinds of chrysanthemums compete in the autumn wind, each showing its beauty. People appreciate and taste chrysanthemums in the thick atmosphere of fragrance, and enjoy the wind of "gentleman" with eternal chrysanthemum cream and pure rhyme. According to historical records, the history of planting, raising and viewing chrysanthemums in Kaifeng is as long as 1600 years. Especially during the period of 168, as the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, folk chrysanthemum planting, chrysanthemum appreciation and chrysanthemum chanting reached its peak. Chrysanthemum culture is deeply rooted in Kaifeng people's life, and customs such as chrysanthemum competition in flower market, inserting chrysanthemum branches, hanging chrysanthemum lanterns and drinking chrysanthemum wine continued until the Ming and Qing Dynasties. When Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty went to Yuwangtai in Kaifeng to admire chrysanthemums, he shed a famous sentence, "Maple leaves fall green and frost flowers and chrysanthemums pile up white." So, every late autumn, walking in the streets and courtyards of the city, chrysanthemums are in full bloom everywhere, and the air is filled with flowers. The whole city was dressed up as a world of colorful flowers. Later, chrysanthemum became the city flower, and festivals were set up, forming a lively situation of "chrysanthemum mountain flowers flying in the sea, the ancient city moving Kyushu" It has also become the representative and symbol of the ancient city and the highlight of attracting tourists in autumn.

Later, I moved back to my hometown, a small county town, away from the very noisy city and close to the backward and poor countryside, and only then did I have the feeling of four distinct seasons. Strictly speaking, a city like a county town can't get rid of the countryside, and it is not a real city. At best, it can only be regarded as the urban-rural fringe. Here, autumn comes quietly from the road first, and the old farmers who work hard in the fields will never return empty-handed in the evening. The carts they pulled and the tractors and tricycles they drove later were full of autumn fruits and expectations of life. Farmers are not very particular about it, so the corn stalks, peanuts and sweet potato seedlings scattered on the road seem to tell each other and secretly tell the city people: "Autumn is coming, autumn is coming." In a few days, relatives and friends living in rural areas will take home old golden corn, red dates, cooked peanuts with shells, pumpkins, sweet potatoes and soybeans through various channels. So the fruits of autumn are everywhere, and the fragrance of autumn is everywhere. Relatives come, to say the least, have a meal, smoke a cigarette and leave; Classmates and friends can "make trouble", a string of lively greetings and nine glasses of nostalgic wine. In the tea-river smoke forest, three sentences are seven words wide, and the sky is 80 thousand miles wide for five thousand years. They have no scruples, speak freely, recall practical jokes at school, accuse society of corruption and darkness, and denounce the backwardness of their hometown. Finally, the drunk couldn't help being sarcastic, compared with Lu Xun's "Leaping Earth" and left angrily.

When autumn comes, various festivals will follow. The founding day of the Party on July 1st, the Army Day on August 1st, the Double Ninth Festival, which embodies the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation, and the Teachers' Day, which is loved by people of all ethnic groups throughout the country, have made the people of the whole country proud and elated, and the grand and warm National Day is even more cheerful, enthusiastic and full of passion. Each of them has made the Chinese people proud and proud, and it is worth remembering. In the season of crisp autumn and thin mountains and cold water, it is particularly cheerful, nervous and orderly and high-spirited to have such auspicious festivals to decorate this hasty season. However, there are countless examples of sad autumn in history. "The scenery outside the Great Wall is different, and Hengyang geese didn't pay attention to it." "Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, old roads are sparse, the sun is setting, and heartbroken people are at the end of the world." After reading it, it makes people feel depressed and full of melancholy. Far from "the distant mountain is cold and the stone path is oblique, there are people in Bai Yunsheng, parking in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers." Poetic and picturesque. Not as magnificent as Comrade Mao Zedong's poems, Wan Li's fearless revolutionary romanticism is inspiring and inspiring.

When I was a child, the four seasons were distinct, and my life was clear and refreshing. With the deepening of urban life, spring, summer, autumn and winter are far away from us, and the withering of thousands of trees is no longer closely related to us. All the information about the change and transition of the four seasons is gradually condensed into spring, long summer, beginning of autumn and beginning of winter. We are chased by the noisy commotion, and the years slip away from our fingertips with the gentle monsoon. Without the romance of spring, the heat of summer, the fragrance of autumn and the depth of winter, life is like a pot of chaotic boiling water, more like a trolley bus dragging two long braids on the streets of the city, driving in an orderly way and stopping to get off. It was not until one day that someone shouted "Autumn is coming" that you quickly put on myopia or reading glasses and opened the calendar on the wall with trepidation.

Time flies, like a blink of an eye, and the days have passed in such a fog. Autumn passed one after another in the wind and fallen leaves, and the beautiful scenery slipped away from our eyes like a focal plane scene. However, whether it's appreciating autumn or mourning autumn, whether the concept of four seasons is vague or distinct, the footsteps of autumn always come on time with the rhythm of seasonal changes, just as people regret the loss of time, but wrinkles and white hair will still leave traces of years on you mercilessly, which is a natural law that is independent of human will. Therefore, the most important thing is to enjoy every season and seize every day. Otherwise, when the autumn of life comes, you will get nothing and you will regret it.

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Autumn night

Lu Xun

In my backyard, you can see two trees outside the wall, one is jujube, and the other is jujube.

The night sky overhead is strange and high. I have never seen such a strange and high sky in my life. He imitates

The Buddha will leave this world, so that people will never see its back again. But now it's blue, blinking dozens of times.

A star's eyes, coldly. He quarreled with a smile, as if he thought he had great meaning, and he sprinkled countless frost on me.

Wild flowers and plants in our garden.

I don't know what the real names of those flowers and plants are and what people call them. I remember there was a kind of steering column.

The pink flowers are still in bloom, but they are smaller. She kept dreaming in the cold night sky.

Seeing the arrival of spring and dreaming of the arrival of autumn, I dreamed that the thin poet wiped tears on her last petal and told her about autumn.

Although it came, winter came, and then it was spring. Hu Die flies around, and bees are singing the songs of spring. She was at that time

Smile, although she was flushed with cold, she still cringed.

Jujube trees, they just lost all their leaves. One or two children used to pick up dates left by others.

Now there is not a leaf left, even the leaves have fallen. He knows that Xiao Fenhua's dream needs spring after autumn. He also

Know the dream of falling leaves, after spring or autumn. He almost lost all the leaves, leaving only qianzi, but when he picked the original tree, it was full of fruits.

The arc when you leave is very comfortable. However, some branches are still very low, protecting him from jujube stalks.

Skin trauma from the tip, and the straightest and longest branches, have been silently stabbing the strange and high sky like a subway, making

The sky is shining with ghostly eyes; Stabbed the full moon in the sky, making the moon pale with embarrassment.

The sky in the ghost's eyes is getting bluer and bluer, more and more uneasy, as if to leave this world, avoid jujube trees and only release the moon.

The rest. However, the moon also sneaked to the east. Qianzi, who had nothing, still took the subway silently.

Stab into the strange high sky, bent on killing him, no matter how bewitched he is.

Eyes.

Wow, a bad bird that swims at night flies by.

In the middle of the night, I suddenly heard laughter and ate the ground. It seems that I don't want to disturb the sleeping people, but the surrounding air

Everyone should smile together. In the middle of the night, there is no one else. I immediately recognized the voice in my mouth, and I was immediately laughed at.

Explore the situation and go back to your room. The ribbon of the lamp was immediately turned over by me.

The glass in the back window is ringing up and down, and there are many small flying insects bumping around. After a while, a few came in, perhaps from

The hole in the enough paper came in. As soon as they went in, they ran into the glass lampshade. A blow from above.

He met a fire when he went in, and I thought it was true. Two or three of them leaned against the paper cover of the lamp and gasped.

The cover was just changed last night. It is made of snow-white paper, folded with wavy lines and painted with a scarlet gardenia in one corner.

Son.

When the scarlet gardenia blooms, the jujube tree will dream of a small pink flower, which will bend into an arc. I

Hear the laughter of midnight; I quickly stopped thinking and looked at the little caterpillar with a big head and a small tail that had been wrapped in white paper.

Sunflower-like, only half a grain of wheat, the whole body color is lovely and pitiful.

I yawned, lit a cigarette, exhaled smoke, and silently paid tribute to these lush and exquisite lamps.

Heroes.

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autumn

Li Guangtian

Life has been like this prose in the past, although in that early spring, just like the mood of the first lover.

Similarly, there have been so-called "hurricane bumps", but after that, the ship will always float on the slow current. Summer is

In the most common season, people look at dark green Woods and even flowers as red as the lips of remarried mothers.

Isn't it necessary to feel the fullness of life? This enrichment is tantamount to "ending", and people will not stare at it silently.

I won't meditate. It's like the scorched sun, like driving people into the cracks in the wall.

Generally speaking, it's even more annoying than winter.

It's autumn now. Compared with spring, spring is the road of life, which makes me feel deeply.

I am very upset, because I am too weak to resist the changes of natural seasons. Why?

After listening to the songs in the street, you won't work? Why did you run out the door when you heard the sound of raindrops? A bud and a flower.

Wet cloud, why do you feel crazy? I hate that I can't get along with it. It makes me too unstable.

I love it, but I also hate it, that is, I didn't miss it until summer was mature, but now,

This autumn, I don't remember what spring love is. Only when I saw the yellow leaves on that branch, I thought:

This is also like the appearance of "green willows, yellow and half uneven", but it is always another meaning. I don't want to say that autumn is over.

The road to "death"-please forgive my careless arrangement-Yining can add a "dead end" to summer, while in autumn,

Even if it is scolded in the dark winter, it is not the road of "life". Compare spring and summer.

I said it is going to the road of "life".

I would say that fallen leaves make a living by falling, and the branches under the ice and snow are brewing the liquid of life. And it's

Their calm power, their performance on the future and life, what did this make me feel? this

What season do I like best?

But I prefer autumn to winter. Yes, now, I think now.

It's in tune with my song. I can hardly tell why autumn is better than winter, perhaps because of the yellow patch on that branch.

Leaves, or a few flowers on the hedge, can show life better than winter, otherwise, it will be out of date.

The above reminds me of life, a yellow leaf and a remnant of English, which is connecting the past and the future.

They will make people stare, ponder, think and have hope for life. In this way,

People have already felt the real existence. Past, present and future, the world is real, life is real, everything.

It's all true, all dreams and fantasies are useless, and useless things are pulled one after another.

After the past, we should silently pray for life and plan some real things.

In my mind, I often think that life is not easy, but we are glad to come to this difficult job.

It worked. It's really difficult, but maybe it's because of it that it makes sense. And the so-called "good life and bad death",

I don't think it means "I would rather be born in the world than die underground." If it's not funny, I think I should say this:

I would rather walk on the road than stop on the road. Death is nothing to fear, not evil, terrible, hateful, and it is.

The most meaningless thing is to stop halfway. In this way, life is on the road. The future is

There is hope, and the road is forever. I hope the villain is blessed, because he can rest early, but

And they are also the most unfortunate, because they stopped halfway, so they might as well go underground. What about those who want to be big shots,

Are they also blessed? It is not that they are more unfortunate, but that there is nothing unique about the happiness and misfortune of this world.

Right, who knows the misfortune of luck and the misfortune of luck? The road is long and there is great hope, but on the road,

Thorns, broken hands and feet, this is the so-called human suffering. But this road is to go, because

Men are walking on the road. Only those who have really tasted the hardships of life can truly know the happiness and depth of life.

Those who really feel such bitterness and joy really mean such "real survival", don't they?

Is that enough? If you don't think it's enough, or you don't need it, then I don't know what you are looking for.

Fairy or demon?

It's a little far, but fortunately, my article has no purpose, so now I try to pull it back.

Life is on the road, hope is the beacon on the road, but it pushes forward behind, or it is often behind.

What inspired people later? Here, let's take a look at this autumn! Really, unconsciously

In autumn, the red flowers have turned purple-gray, and the gray ones are about to fall, leaving a yellow leaf.

Swinging around on the branch, you will feel that it is in danger of falling immediately, and when you stumble on the dead leaves on the ground,

You will feel that when you hear the rustling sound, suddenly a fallen leaf gently slides over your shoulder and flies down.

What did you do? Maybe you will only read, "I left it behind!" " When you walk in the wilderness and see withered grass,

You might just say, "Terrible!" However, my friends, you may not expect the west wind to come so early, but

Besides, it shouldn't be so cold, but your thin clothes are hard to take off. "The whole family is here.

In the autumn wind, September clothes are not cut. "For me, I can't catch up with the season every year and fall behind every year.

It's no use complaining about the ruthlessness of time, what's more terrible is the accident of life. At this point, people should exert their strength.

He cocked his heels and craned his neck to see the "lighthouse on the road" and here, behind the whip.

Here comes the son. The name of the whip is "terror". We, who are weak in vitality, have not been given "our own life"

"Cut clothes, but the west wind is cold enough!

I really don't want to see that leaf fall, but I know it is an "inevitable" thing.

Therefore, we should cherish the yellow leaf more and feel more cordial to autumn. When people find out

Don't you cherish your hair when it gradually falls off? Again, it's here.

The arrival of autumn means our life. Spring once gave people hope, but autumn gave people hope even further away.

Yes, and autumn gives people a sense of stability and calmness, and gives people a terrible whip because people look at it.

When I saw Mr. Qiu's face, I couldn't help looking in the mirror.

It gives people further hope, spurs forward, realizes the reality of life, and gives people a kind of "heaviness"

It is this dying autumn that holds the power. I suffer from autumn, and I am like more than one person to this bleak autumn.

Friends in 2008.

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