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​《秋   之   印   象》

                        

          《Impression  of  Autumn》

                     Liu  Jing   Xiang

      Autumn wind. autumn fog. autumn rhyme. autumn leaves

      Memory of Love. scenery. and time......

      Years are always unconsciously. passing through the rings one after another in elegant posture. and drifting to .

      Every morning and evening. with inkstones in the curtain rolls. flying paper and ink. singing a dong of the morning. nolding a blue scenery in my neart. remembering the world. and making haste in the years. I vaguely remember last autumn as if it was yesterday......

      Flowering fragrance of the text. sending out a soulstirring charm. the beautiful feelings also blown into the heart lake. as into the heart garden. enjoy that comfort and touching.

     Since ancient times. when is sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring tide. when the sky is clear and clouas are cleared. poetry will be introduced to the sky.

     In a twinkling of an eye. summer has become a story; in a glance. autumn has returned to the landscape. This year . unlike the previous autumn. Typhoon Lichma has ravaged the whole land. the gentle autumn wind has brought us pain.

    Autumn is unique and charming. she has different scenery. and is colorful and fruitful. On the endless fields. there were golden wares; the golden yellow ripe rice. with the breeze emitting attractive rice fragrance; in the orchard. ripe fruit. like magic. red orange. yellow. green. blue and purple; Inaple leaves were red. grass was yellow. and it was like constantly replacing the earth with the costume performed during the day; cicadas chip. crickets chip at night. and like a symphony concert. as if to let you enjoy the "wind. quietly brilliant" feeling!

     The sky in autumn is always so high and deep. as if people can't see the end and the margin. Heaven and earth are joined. and the end of the day is still a day. The autumn sky. let people's eyes and nearts. suddenly become open and empty. The beauty of autumn is clear. Living in autumn. I feel my neart isas simple and light as the clear blue sky. Autumn is a beautiful season. beauty in her landscape. beauty in her harvest. beauty in her meaning. beauty in her open and open_minded.

     But autumn is also crazy and temperamentol. sometimes. the autumn wind is desolare. the autumn rhyme is desolate. the "grass brushes and changes color. leaves meet and leaeves fall off" looking at that withered and a debilitated scene. can not help but let people think of the desolation and sadness of autumn!

     Neretheless. I still like autumn and all the beautiful things in nature. I love life. I hope my life is as colorful and fruitlul as autumn .

     I do not believe that "deciduous leaves know autumn". because the early autumn is still full of summer also presents green. full of vitality. 

     In order to praise autumn. literati poets in history have left many excellent poems and paintings. as well as valuable chapters for the world. I am deeply in love with autumn road. clinging to theembrace of autumn. looking at a piece of fallen leaves. rendering autumn; looking at the fall of flowers in a season. vicisstudes of life!