After the hard sowing in spring, after the summer under the cultivation, I always thought that the day of harvest is still far away, after a rain, it is convenient to meet in autumn. No need for pleasantries, no need to avoid, you like or do not like, she has been absorbed in the heart.
This season is not just the monopoly of the peasant brothers, they reap the fruits of abundance. This season is also a favorite of photographers. They(they) use the lens to catch the colorful spiritual food.
Perhaps your side is still green grass, or Yingge Yan dance, or the heat is unbearable, or rain and smoke. At this time, in a place called Ulan Butong, a feast is being staged. It is not too much to describe this autumn color with colorful colors, because this is the hometown of colorful sunshine. Here the blue is sprinkled in the water, so there is the tears of the princess, there is the tears of the general bubble. The yellow here is the mature shadow of the birch tree that spreads all over the mountains and mountains. The red color here is like fire, lighting up the sky and lighting up the jungle. Here the black is the fertility of the earth, is a paradise for horses, sheep, cattle, of course, is also the joy of the herdsmen. The white here is assigned to the blue sky, to the stream, and to the yurt.
Hanging in the window of time, see a forest infected with autumn, an autumn rain wet autumn cold. One meter Golden, finally went into the arms of autumn. Autumn color, inadvertently, a little green will be transformed, not all a luxurious forever dance, shyness will be with the wing of the autumn wind dark fragrance across, those scattered in the wind of the fallen leaves, still with who murmured?
When a storm storm, two rainbows hanging in the sky, I think this autumn, is a landscape landscape of a landscape; I think this autumn is a feast of vision and poetry; I think this autumn, is the harvest and pay back; I think this autumn is the beginning and end of the passage of life.
On the September dam, the most beautiful belongs only to the wilderness of Ulanbutong. You need to find in the trudge, you need to find in the search, that amazing, in the light and shadow, in the color and scenery, show your charm, set your wisdom.
Full dip in the essence of the years, but also can not trace the style of autumn. To recite all the poems, but also the elegance of autumn. Only into the fall, in the mountains, with the lens of the heart and autumn to do a heart to communicate.
The cool Mid-Autumn festival, still like last year, let me happy, it is a reunion! I understand, flowers will not be in bloom because of your indifference, some people will turn around because of you and indifferent, how much time in this world can be worth the hope of reunion!
Like the bright and clear autumn on the dam, but also like the quiet beauty and peace here. Wulanbutong was a horse hunter in "Ink Attack". He used to be Kangxidadi's whip. Now she is a gentle woman. She can see the sun in the early morning, like the fragrance of milk tea in a yurt; Autumn is clear, such as the clouds of the sky, autumn is deep, such as the early morning light light of the lake.
Head up, looking up at the sky in the autumn sun, a quietly passing cloud, covering the warm light. In the distance, the colors of mountains, water, clouds and trees overlap in the line of sight. The sky is high and the clouds are light, accompanied by a moving heart. In the autumn wind, the leaves of poplar trees are smoked golden in the autumn wind, which is more interesting than the green leaves. A tree landscape on the dam can reflect the four seasons, from Bud to bud, to prosperous and withered, passing through the process from glory to dry, but also a kind of beauty of life precipitation.
Like that, life is not floating on the paper gorgeous, but the silence in the book, who can count the spring breeze does not fall? The end is to converge, I believe that all kinds of forbearance is the flowers of life, to flower a gentle, but also not to give themselves a wisp of sunshine. As Mr. Yu Qiuyu said, I am calm, so my heart is beautiful, my heart is beautiful, so my life is also beautiful.
Looking through the autumn poems, the sadness is sad, but even more Nayongqiushengchun's verses make people open-minded. The great poet Liu Yuxi wrote: "Since the autumn was sad and lonely, I said that the autumn won the spring. The clear sky and the crane row clouds, they lead poetry to Bi Xiao. "
Yang Wanli said: "Autumn is not necessarily sad, light cold is a human day. The green pool fell to the red channel, but the lotus leaf still opened the smallest money. "It can be seen that autumn is not all sad and sad. Is it not comfortable to feel cold? Although the lotus thanked, the leaves sprouted again. Even in late autumn, there are good views of orange ochre yellow and green.
Life is like a stream, flowing from heat to gentle, just as from youth to maturity. Who's never been younger! Recall is the year when the wind, stumble, and that crooked footprints.
The fall of Ulan Butong is very short. You need to use a rush to get your wish. Otherwise, you can only wait for next year!
