In the distance of Liao, there is green everywhere, and it is gradually connected with the sky.
In summer, the tender and delicate lotus has long gone with the autumn wind. Lotus leaves are still graceful, just like a group of arrogant and unruly naughty teenagers. A gust of wind blows, and the pond is crowded and swaying, rolling up waves of green waves, which are messy or rhythmic. Lotus is full, simple, tall and strong, which is different from the softness and obedience of lotus leaf. They are towering in the lotus pond, angular and hard.
In the grass beside the lotus pond, several wild ducks lie lazily, occasionally sticking their heads out, eating a few mouthfuls of grass, croaking two or three times, enjoying the simple world that belongs only to ducks.
Unlike the laziness and simplicity of wild ducks, butterflies are much more cheerful and active.
I don't know if I'm looking for the fragrance of the lotus that has long since disappeared, or if I'm showing my unique graceful dance to tourists. Butterflies are stirring their colorful wings in groups. Shi Shiran keeps changing her dance posture at a height of one foot above the lotus leaf, flying to the high lotus leaf for a while and landing leisurely at the end of the lotus leaf for a while. They danced with those unknown flying insects, full of energy, as if they were seriously performing a moving action, very bright and beautiful.
The beautiful scenery composed of lotus pond, wild ducks, butterflies and flying insects complement each other. Although it is not as beautiful as the flowers in big cities, nor as warm as the girl picking lotus in Quli, Xizhou, it has a unique and vivid charm that makes people stop and linger.
Willow weeping willows, sunny, warm and comfortable.
Idle tourists, walking in twos and threes on the long embankment, face a few wisps of breeze, weeping willows swaying, as soft as a girl's eyes.
Autumn is October, and the air is crisp, and all kinds of fruit trees are hung on both sides of the dam. A string of fruits is attractive and ostentatious, stunning the ordinary eyebrows of tourists and arousing the naughty hearts of children.
The adults looked around and smiled. From time to time, they are attracted by the fruit on the tree and stop to take pictures by pressing the camera. Among all kinds of fruit trees, hawthorn and persimmon trees are particularly eye-catching, because in the mature harvest season, there are all kinds of mouth-watering gestures in red and gold, which makes tourists surprise gifts by pressing the shutter to take a few close-ups from time to time and occasionally pick one or two to taste.
The children refused to be quiet for a moment. They are laughing, flapping and running, and their chirping sounds are loud and clear in the blue sky. Occasionally, some children play practical jokes and provoke wild ducks resting by the pond with small stones. The wild ducks soon became so flexible, screaming and flapping their wings, and fell deeper into the lotus pond.
In spring, as long as you sow a seed, you can harvest a lot of food in autumn.
When the city people are enjoying the beautiful autumn scenery with petty bourgeoisie, the farmers are busy, but they are also full of joy.
The white lotus root in the distant lotus pond has been sleeping peacefully in the mud pond for several months. At this time, the piece was dug up by farmers. Although chubby and covered in black mud, it is still as white as a child's face, which makes people fondle it.
The truck rumbled along the dam, and the lotus root leaving the lotus pond seemed lazy and slow, unaware that it would become the fate of dishes. Farmers loaded lotus roots into trucks in batches, drivers hummed cheerful songs, and lotus roots were happily transported away.
The newly harvested corn and rice outside the dam are piled up in the dry fields in disorder. The peasant women wore colorful headscarves and kept turning the sun. At first glance, the fragrance of new rice seems to have overflowed from their lips and teeth.
Early autumn is dull and quiet, and late autumn is lonely and carefree.
The golden autumn is so bright and warm. This fruit, long beach green trees, blue sky and white clouds are intertwined. It is full and joyful. It is the concern of city people for nature, and it is the warmth of their fingertips in their sleeves. They want to touch it gently.
In the eyes of farmers, the busyness of harvest, the rough tanned skin and the sweat on their foreheads are satisfaction, happiness and their beautiful expectation of harvest all year round.
The spring breeze is ten miles intoxicating, and the autumn rhyme is ten miles warm. Warm hearts warm our wandering souls and beliefs.
Maple leaf autumn rhyme
The weather in October is crisp and sunny. During the National Day holiday, I went for a walk in the forest park to relax my depressed work mood.
I came to the foot of the mountain and looked up. The maple forest on the hillside was as red as a fire. Clusters, clusters, dotted in the green jungle, red and green set each other off, bright colors. Like a gorgeous autumn scenery painting. The mountain road twists and turns, climbing stairs and stepping into the maple forest. Lin Zhongyang is full of beautiful light, swaying trees, rustling autumn wind and countless maple leaves falling all over the sky like snowflakes. Little maple leaves are flying in the air, dancing like red butterflies and spreading their wings like red birds. You see, they made several turns in the wind, and then quietly fell to the ground. After a stretch, a red leaf falls on the palm of your hand. I held it carefully, only to see the lovely leaves burning red, palm-shaped, like a burning fire cabinet, like a beautiful and exquisite crown. More like a goldfish's delicate tail, it's really beautiful. Touch it with your hand, and it is smooth and delicate, like being oiled, red and shiny. The thick petiole is like a squirrel's hairy tail. Red is green, and white veins extend from the petiole and are deeply embedded in the red leaves in a radial way. The whole red leaves are red and beautiful.
A few rays of sunshine, through the sparse maple leaves, fell into the forest, golden and bright, and the maple leaves were in full swing. They reflect each other. I stood in the forest as if I had turned red. Outside the forest, the autumn wind is rustling, maple leaves fall with the wind, fall on my black hair, fall on my shoulders wearing a T-shirt, and there are red leaves, as red as fire and as red as chardonnay. This reminds me of the poem of the poet Du Mu? Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers? .
I love maple leaves in autumn, because she has tenacious will and fearless spirit. In this cold late autumn, flowers and leaves wither. Only she outshines others, has withstood the devastation of spring breeze and summer rain, and has become redder and brighter after severe frost. It is like a fire, like a flower, like a red leaf on a red scarf, which brings people back to the flowery spring, adds vitality to the desolate land and makes autumn look poetic. Even if she falls to the ground with the wind and becomes dirt, it will be a more beautiful flower for next year. Falling flowers are not heartless things, but turning into soil protects flowers more? .
The maple leaf in autumn is a painting, which can decorate the romance in autumn and hold up the red dream in autumn, without heavy watercolor pens, such as rosy clouds on the horizon. The maple leaf in autumn is a poem, which describes the vitality, poetry and continuous feelings of people in late autumn. The maple leaf in autumn is a song. The whispering and singing of autumn insects always ring in the branches of autumn and float in the flute of the shepherd boy in the sunset. Maple leaves in autumn are poems in October. Its red rain soaked the blue of late autumn and brought us colorful autumn.
I love you, maple leaf in autumn.
A camphor tree
Whenever I see camphor trees on both sides of the street, I always think of camphor trees at the entrance of my ancestral home.
There is a camphor tree less than 100 meters away from the courtyard of the ancestral home. From the protection card on the camphor tree, I know that this camphor tree is over 400 years old. The crown of Cinnamomum camphora is huge, and its dark brown skin, like rough fish scales, grows from the roots to the treetops, so the villagers call it Cinnamomum camphora? Beauty tree? . It still smells of camphor tree day after day, driving away the insects that eat it, so camphor tree is cleaner than ordinary trees.
In my mind, Cinnamomum camphora is a sacred tree in the village. Whenever a family has a child crying all night, the adults in this family ask the old gentleman at the east end of the village to write one. Huangdi, Huangdi, there is a crying lang in my family. The passing gentleman watched it three times and slept until dawn? Stick a red note on the trunk, put a few glutinous rice cakes, put three sticks of incense and kowtow nine times, and the child will naturally stop crying.
In the eyes of simple villagers, camphor tree has a soul. Even in the era of lack of materials, camphor trees are needed to build houses and make furniture in the village, and no one among the villagers has the idea of cutting down camphor trees. Also, the villagers found a good reason to protect camphor trees? This is a tree planted by the ancestors of this family. If you cut it down, it will be disrespectful to your ancestors and will be condemned by God.
In this way, camphor tree stands in front of my house year after year until it grows into a famous tree in Fiona Fang.
Cinnamomum camphora is famous, so naturally someone comes. One day, a few paunchy strangers stood under the tree pointing and fell in love with this camphor tree. Soon, the tree digger came to dig camphor trees with a piece of paper covered with a red stamp. The villagers disagreed and stopped digging trees on the spot. Later, they bribed the villagers to stop digging trees and start digging trees in rainy days. However, the tree is deeply rooted, and no matter how hard you dig the tree, you can't dig it away.
Cinnamomum camphora finally stayed at the door of the ancestral home, but began to linger. The sawn-off trunk began to wither, and the cut-off roots kept bleeding. Cinnamomum camphora is like a bird with broken wings. No matter how hard it tries, it can't fly into the blue sky.
Later, I left my hometown, my ancestral home and the lingering camphor tree. When I saw the camphor tree again, it was already dead, and only the shivering trunk was telling something to the village and the blue sky. Therefore, I subconsciously look for camphor trees everywhere in my life, hoping that one day, I can find the soul of camphor trees at the door of my ancestral home.
Look at the lotus in the lake.
Take a boat in the morning, swing through the clear water and lake, open the ripples and enjoy ten thousand lotus flowers.
The first thing you see is the endless lotus leaf, like a green ocean, with a breeze blowing. Green sea? At this moment, the waves began to form, and the lotus leaves rolled one by one. The wind has stopped. Green sea? Calm down again. The water drops on the leaves rolled around, crystal clear, like beautiful pearls. Those lotus leaves are like open green umbrellas, some are frivolous on the lake, and some pavilions stand on the blue waves, like layers of green waves, like pieces of jade. Among the green leaves and waves, there are thousands of lotus flowers. You are next to me and I am next to you, and no one will let anyone. Some lotus petals are unfolded. Those pink lotus flowers are like girls in pink. He stood there quietly with a yellow lotus on his head. When the breeze blows, the girls dance. Some lotus flowers are half-open, showing only half of them, like a little girl's hair showing only half of her face. Some lotus flowers have just exposed their sharp horns, and the buds are covered with dew, just like her fine sweat, which is crystal clear on the pink round face and shines with happiness in sweetness. From a distance, this lotus sea is like a thin layer of snow, and it is like a faint glow, with red flowers and green leaves set each other off. I leaned down, took a deep breath, and a faint fragrance came to my nose, which made me feel relaxed and relaxed.
The lake is crystal clear and the red carp in the water has a long history. They swim leisurely among the lotus flowers in groups of three or five. Occasionally, a few frogs jump on the round lotus leaf, and the splashing water falls on it. Pan Yu? In the room, it turned into a round pearl, lovely and bright? Pearl? Are you online? Pan Yu? Roll around in the room. Frog stared at me with bulging eyes, as if afraid, again? Quack? Let out a cry and jump into the water. And the naughty little dragonfly has come to work. They flapped their wings from flower to flower and played happily with the lotus. I have been staring at this picturesque lotus for a long time. In the morning light, she stood slim in the water, warmly welcoming the morning sunshine, with beautiful green leaves, fragrant fragrance, red and green.
At this moment, I thought of my childhood Gillian, and we gently swung the boat and picked lotus flowers on the other side of the lake. Her pink face, like pink lotus, shines on this mirror-like lake, and I sing the ancient times while picking lotus flowers.
Nursery rhymes, that melodious song, seem to echo in the ear again. . . . . .
When the sun rises, the lake glows with a faint golden light, and a breeze blows. The lake was rippling and calm, and people stood at the bow, their clothes fluttering and relaxed. All the worries and worries pent up in my heart are gone with the wind. . . . . . I like lotus, like her faint fragrance, like her faint pink, like her slim, like her noble quality of muddy but not dirty, clean and demon-free lotus, like her honest integrity.
Xiao Qiao Liu shui renjia shuimo Jiangnan
I was born in a corner of the south of the Yangtze River, and I was intoxicated with more than twenty kinds of tender feelings in the south of the Yangtze River. I can't tell the story of vicissitudes, noise or whispers around Jiangnan, but my attachment to Jiangnan will remain unchanged for thousands of years!
Standing on the spiritual soil in the south of the Yangtze River, looking up at the dark sky, the wind and smoke are clean and clear as clear water. In the long years, the beauty of Jiangnan water town, the quietness of Jiangnan ancient town, the depth of Jiangnan rainy alley and the charm of Jiangnan literary heroes flowed.
Small bridges and flowing water, overflowing in the south of the ink painting, can't see the truth clearly and can't tell the truth; How many literati heroes have been nourished by running water. Read Jiangnan, Lingbo Yunshui, calligraphy and calligraphy.
The beauty of Jiangnan is hazy and simple, a leisurely chess game under a tree and a drunken wine tasting among flowers. It's herbal tea in the court. Green water haunts the white walls, red flowers fall on the blue tiles, and the winding river sings in the morning and at sunset. Take a leaf boat and hold a mugwort, and cross the green mountains and green waters. The two sides of the strait have experienced wind and rain, and they have also experienced eternal gentleness. The clear water bears the traces of vicissitudes.
Jiangnan water town is like a hazy ink painting, simple and quiet. The stone arch bridge stands against the clear water, either elegant and chic, or exquisite and elegant. The dilapidated carved columns are printed with traces of time and blend in with the charm of the ancient town. Sitting on the awning boat, let the cool river flow through your fingers and cool into your heart. Yingying clear water, leisurely wooden boat. The house is built by the water and is connected with the water. Walking in the ancient town, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, let the sunshine flow quietly on the skin and let the poetry dance lightly in the heart.
Light smoke and fresh water in the south of the Yangtze River, long grass on the rainy shore, warblers flying in spring, light pink dye, insects whispering, and spring is shining through the curtain. In summer, you can learn something about Luo Shang, go to the Blue Boat alone, pick lotus and lotus fields, laugh and sing softly, and the flowers are as beautiful as water. Autumn phoenix tree, autumn geese flying, chrysanthemum fragrance, leisurely under the east fence. In winter, snow depends on jade pieces and thousands of pearls. Yiren is like snow, graceful and pure.
Spring rain shows Jiangnan, which is rainy, especially in spring. Just like Wu Nong's soft words, rain is the soul of Jiangnan culture and the aura of Jiangnan water town. Jiangnan is full of romantic rain. The rain around the Lantern Festival is called lantern rain, which is often the first rain in early spring. The intermittent spring rain is floating around, the grass is growing in Fei Ying, and the clear water is flashing. Then there is apricot blossom and pear blossom rain. After the end of spring, the continuous Huang Meiyu filled the south of the Yangtze River. The rain at night, the flowers in the morning, are deeply intoxicating, and the beautiful and elegant people are reluctant to leave. The drizzle wet a plain skirt and moistened the hearts of Jiangnan women. The fragrance of flowers on two sleeves gently dances out the unique charm of Jiangnan.
Because the climate in the south of the Yangtze River is humid, the skin of women in the south of the Yangtze River is like snow, and Iraqis are like jade. ? Water is beautiful, and mountains are eyebrows. Which way do you want to ask pedestrians? To the intersection of mountains and rivers. ? A woman like water, like bright eyes like water, is beautiful and gentle, as beautiful and refined as a fairy. Jiangnan women walked slowly on the ancient bluestone road in the town, and the lilacs were wet by drizzle. What if they float around along the rain lane with oil-paper umbrellas, with faint smoke curtains, faint flowers and willows on the shore? The fragrance of rain curled into the bead curtain, and the shadow was like a dream.
Houmen are like the sea, pavilions and waterside pavilions, red-faced tears for you, sleeves stroking the strings, and an eternal charm flows under the snow-like jade, with twists and turns. My thoughts seem to be reversed with time, and I am in the lingering love of become a butterfly thousands of years ago. Gentle Liang Shanbo and Yingtai, disguised as men, studied hard, sat by candlelight at night, talked and laughed, and sent each other on the 18th, writing an earth-shattering legend of butterfly love, which reverberated through the ages.
Jiangnan is full of talented people and countless beautiful women. Tang Bohu is the most famous of the four gifted scholars in Jiangnan. Tang Yin's peerless painters and painters are the best in the world. Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all together. Tang Bohu's touching love story of lighting Chou-heung has become an eternal story. Jiangnan talented women, countless at the moment, Li Qingzhao, Qinhuai Bo Yan, Liu, Dong Xiaowan, Yu, Xue Tao,? .
In such a graceful, ancient, beautiful, exquisite and elegant landscape, Zede sewage lifting device undertakes the function of collecting, lifting and discharging all sewage in the underground space of the house. Zede has always advocated the concept of green environmental protection, making everything filthy, coming gently, walking gently, leaving no trace.
Jiangnan ink paintings emerge one after another, and all kinds of charming painting styles emerge one after another. Maybe my last life was a Jiangnan woman who picked lotus flowers and smiled in the faint lotus fragrance, like a dancing butterfly in Jiangnan ink painting?