[Prose] Love in the beautiful autumn ‖ He Zonglin

Love beautiful autumn

He Zonglin

Autumn is not colder than winter, not as warm as spring, nor hot in summer. Autumn is cool.

The blue sky is extraordinarily pure, the blue is fresh and transparent. In the air, the dust seemed to be washed through the rain, which looked so pure, like a bright eyes of a girl. The integration of the heavens and the earth is so harmonious and unified.

Autumn is loved, because the autumn sky is so high, so open. There are often several white clouds on the blue sky, floating in the breeze, and it is contented, and it also sets off the volatile of the blue sky. As long as you are under the sky in the autumn, you will definitely make all kinds of sighs, remember some troubles and sorrows, and remember the fame and Li Lu of the world, and you will be fond of the autumn of "the sky is high and the clouds, and you want to break the Nanfeiyan". artistic conception.

Autumn is praised, because the colors of autumn are golden and golden, fiery and fiery, and bright and strong. The fruit of the yellow Chengcheng gives people a happy beauty; the golden rice ears and the grin corn stick give people the joy of harvest; the fiery maple leaves give people unrestrained enthusiasm; At the end of the last moment, it also expressed the magnificence of life with golden color.

The autumn evening is gorgeous. The sun seemed to be crushed, reflected in the river, the maple leaves by the river were reflected under the sunset, and the clouds were stained with golden, dark red, orange red, light red ... as if wearing a gorgeous evening dress! Under the sunset, everything becomes blurred, really like an old yellow photo ...

When the setting sun refers to the time, the beautiful scenery told me for a long time and was engraved in my heart. At the dusk of autumn, when the sunset day, the intoxicating red red dyed through the sky, and it also reflected the forest tip, reflecting all the buildings around, so that everything on the earth was stained with golden colors.

秋天的落叶美极了，阵阵微凉的秋风刮过，金黄的银杏，火红的枫叶，仿佛一只只蝴蝶在空中翩翩起舞，在空中，在柔和的阳光下打着转儿，在半空中With a section of arcs, then gently fell to the ground, quiet, silent, like a piece of feathers ...

Autumn is the harvest season. The fruits of the tree, the vertical ears of the wild, the accumulation of the full sun field ... not only shows the rich gifts given to us by nature, but also reflect the great power of human labor and the infinite force created for survival.

I have a sense of touch for autumn perception. Autumn is not a nihile noun, it exists in my life so truly. If you want to ask me what is autumn, I will no longer be confused, I will clearly tell you that the falling leaves in autumn are the dancer, the red maple in autumn is a girl with love, the fireflies in autumn are accompanied by each other, the autumn wind There are five -line spectrum jumping.

It is not autumn, but our inner emotions. The kind of thin emotions, infiltrating autumn into a beautiful satin, rolling out is a soft and gorgeous. I am always willing to compare autumn to satin because the golden golden autumn makes life imagine. Walking in autumn is like walking on the satin, full of infinite attachment.

The beauty of autumn lies in its purity. It will not pretend to be a gesture to please the world, nor will it avoid embarrassment to escape the depression. It is so naturally presenting itself. At the time of the harvest, the harvest; when the withering, the withering. No reservation, dedication.

The beautiful autumn adds thickness to life and adds color to life. The fog in the late autumn has not been dispersed, and the towering peaks in the distance cannot be seen. The life in front of you is the most of the great results that should be given to people in the autumn. Happy and comfortable in it.

The autumn is strong, the autumn scenery is beautiful, and the autumn color is intriguing. Faced with the splendid colors of autumn, and in the face of autumn and prosperous, prosperous and prosperous, how can I say that I don't love you? --autumn!

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Source: Sichuan Provincial Local House Work Office

Author: He Zonglin (Yi nationality, born in 1963, was born in Huili City, Sichuan Province, senior teacher, member of the China Education and Teaching Research Association, a member of the Sichuan Wenjiang Micro Article Literature Association, a member of the Writers Association of Huili City)

Picture: Fang Zhi Sichuan

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