Wenyuan 丨 Autumn Japanese Story

Li Gaoyan

A rain, the hot cigarettes disappeared for a long time. When the rain stopped, it was rare to cool in the afternoon. I couldn't care about stepping on the water, and I couldn't wait to walk around. The actions of grasshoppers have gradually been slow, the wind shakes, and the dry straw stems are shrinking. The sun on the west is red in there, the autumn is twilight, and the colorful colors paint the field into another world.

One autumn rain and one cold, after two rain, the autumn was stronger, and the cool and humid air exuding the light moldy smell of grass and trees. The leaves are the most sensitive to the season. Although the sky is not cold, the color of the leaves has changed quietly. The yellow -green gradient mottled, and it took my eyes to dangle, and suddenly found that the autumn should be like this, colorful and beautiful.

The summer skirts in the mall exit were too rushing, and the jacket hanging on the shelves could not be divided into autumn and winter. However, summer is really passing. It has nothing to do with the calendar that has been turned, and the flowers in the office have nothing to do. The arrival of autumn just uses a lingering rain to open a door in the season.

When Tianqing recovered, but I returned to the temperature in the past again. This is the most comfortable. This is the most comfortable. Instead of putting it on a thin autumn dress, the friends quoted to the mountains. Look. Stepping on the mountain path, the mountains and forests are stacked, and the forests are stained.

Looking from a distance, the crops in the field are no longer green, and the rich fruits are dyed yellow by the golden sunlight. Unbearable thickness, falling down a little. The persimmons on the tree gradually became red, like a small red lantern, hidden in the dense persimmon leaves, and the wind showed half a face, like a shy little girl playing under the leaves.

On the edge of the cliff, wild chrysanthemums were lush, grasping the youthful tail wanton, and beekeepers supported the tent along the sea of ​​flowers under the slow slopes under the mountain. The bee colony was busy shuttled in the flowers. The warmly infected us, picked a bush, grabbed two crabs in the stone crab between the streams, and fought a water battle. In the cool mountain wind, the years seemed to be like the years. Back to the past.

In the orchard on the hillside, a few chickens were eaten in the soil leisurely. Beyond the wall, several goose stretched out the long neck, pecking a few red jujube on the cliff, shaking the fat body. , Stretching his head high. The master sat in front of the guardian room, peeling the corn leisurely, and the sky was washed like water. The sheep on the mountain and the clouds in the sky were integrated. Fan firewood, throwing a piece of corn, they immediately sang "Oh Oh, uh uh".

In the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain, the colorful of pepper, corn, beans, and peppers decorate the small courtyard to look like a piece of flowers in full bloom. Autumn is the harvest season. At this time, the people who work and studying are back. The people in the roadway are full of sound, and the villages are like this many years ago.

In the four seasons, Chunhua Qiu Shi. After the setting sun fell to the mountain, the golden forces were moist, and the mountain changed from yellow and green to Daiqing in the beginning. After the house, the smoke rose, and drifted into the sky gradually integrated with the clouds. The farmhouse reached the dinner point. The fireworks of firewood was mixed with the aroma of the large pot of rice. A round of the upper line rose slowly, standing in the twilight many years ago, it was still this autumn, or this round of moon, but the stubble of the lasted by the moonlight was gone.

It's a bit cold, and suddenly I think home. When you are young, you will always be attracted by the bright lights in the distance. He is eager to escape from his hometown, read the middle -aged middle -aged that is no longer willful, a dark night, and the beautiful scenery can not bear a light for yourself. In the old nest, hot feet, curled up in the sofa, pinched two snacks, and turned a few pages of books, and entered the dreamland in this stable.

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