Autumn in my hometown

The fiery red summer has just passed quietly, and the cool autumn has quietly arrived. Accompanied by the warm wind and light rain, Miss Qiu slowly walked towards my hometown. My hometown ushered in another windy and rainy autumn.

Among the four seasons, autumn is not as vibrant as spring, not as passionate as summer, and not as bright as winter. All that autumn has is the faint dreamy atmosphere, which always gives people a quiet space. And it is this quietness that creates the unique charm of autumn.

Autumn in my hometown is joyful. In the deep green fields of midsummer, under the baptism of time, a young girl with beautiful flowers has turned into a graceful and luxurious young woman. The golden wind blows, and the wheat waves roll, making charming postures and exuding an alluring fragrance. He showed off its mature side in front of the farmers. At this time, the autumn air was crisp, the deep blue sky seemed to have been washed by rain, and the white clouds were floating like boats with full sails. The farmers are in a very good mood and are busy harvesting! Although they were all exhausted and sweating profusely, they would not stop until the harvest was abundant. They smiled as they looked at the full barn. Autumn here belongs to farmers, and autumn is always endless joy in their hearts.

Autumn in my hometown is romantic. The green new leaves in midsummer have now been transformed by time from immature children into haggard old men. After their mission was over, they separated from their mother's body one by one, spun a few circles in the air, rolled a few times, and then landed gorgeously. The fallen leaves return to their roots, and the leaves are divided back to the mother's feet, turning into dust to nourish the soil, thus ending their short but fulfilling life. If a fiery maple leaf falls on your shoulder, please keep it. It is so pure and free.

The autumn wind is bleak. Indeed, the autumn wind will bring the coldness to people's bones, but it will also bring people coolness. The sky is high and the clouds are light,

Autumn Nostalgia

The maple leaves break away from the attachment of the branches, and fly to the sky like a butterfly, flying upward leisurely, blooming the last beauty of life.

I looked up quietly, and in the swirling bright red, I saw you, Empress Li.

I always feel that you are a man with autumn temperament, as beautiful as the autumn moon, as cool as the autumn wind, and as clear as the autumn water... I think God has favored you, and he has given you peerless talents. , this talent makes you immersed in your obsession with poetry and makes your thoughts as innocent as a child.

"The lonely Wutong deep in the courtyard is locked in the autumn. It keeps cutting and is still messy. It is the sorrow of separation. It is not the ordinary feeling in my heart." Your words always carry the loneliness and sadness of autumn. Because in the eyes of the world, you are "not doing your job properly", but I have always regretted it: "It is really extraordinary to be a poet, but it is a pity that I am destined to be a king." I selfishly think that you should really be a poet instead of an emperor.

I often think, if you were as busy with the politics of the Southern Tang Dynasty as everyone expected, would you still have written so many chapters that will last forever? Will you still be you?

I ask you how much sorrow you have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward, flowing eastward, flowing eastward...

As the cool breeze blows by, the sky It became hazy, and the raindrops were falling one after another, thin and dense, deserted.

I opened the umbrella and looked at the maple leaf. Under the attack of raindrops, the bright red patch was particularly eye-catching. It struggled, struggled, and tried its best to tilt its body upwards and upwards.

In a trance, I saw you, layman Yi An.

"Looking and looking, deserted, miserable and miserable." As time goes by, when you reach middle age, you have added a sense of desolation and loneliness, peeling off the cocoons of the sorrow in the sky, and weaving it carefully alone , turning sorrow into beauty.

For a moment, I can’t think of any words to describe you. Because to you, any description seems so empty and pale. I dare not say that I understand you. In front of you, everyone seems shallow.

But I always like to look at you like Qiu Ju. I like your strength, appreciate your stubbornness, and feel sorry for your sadness.

"Three cups and two glasses of light wine, how can I defeat him? The wind is coming late at night? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad. They are indeed old acquaintances." Look, how many high-ranking officials and powerful people are still living and drinking; you Look, how many literati still sing about romance; look, how many women are still willing to be slaves... But not you, Yi An, you will never follow the crowd, you have your own ideals. Living in the open air and being homeless has not changed your patriotism.

However, the mountains and rivers are broken, the nation is in danger, and the loss of loved ones is experienced, how can it be described as sad!

"Papa, papa, papa pa", the rain fell harder and harder, playing sad music on the umbrella. The maple leaves had been knocked down by the rain, and the bright red pieces fell into the mud. The muddy water filled up and was washed away by the raindrops. It goes on and on, fighting fearlessly.

Looking down, I saw you, Mr. Tao Qian.

Listen to the beauty of the countryside and watch you make tea from chrysanthemums.

I like you who are free and elegant in "Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain"; I also like "I am over fifty years old, young and poor. I always suffer from family problems, wandering east and west, and my sexual behavior is just right." Clumsy, disobedient to things.

If you think of yourself, you will surely die of worldly troubles and make your young children hungry." You, who feel ashamed of your children, prefer "Jingwei holding a small tree will fill the sea, punish the sky and dance with the relatives, and be strong and solid. "Always there", you are like the angry King Kong...

The life of ups and downs rises and falls. Different lives are like cups of tea with different moods, and you , Mr. Tao Qian, just like the chrysanthemum tea, only those with unique wisdom will discover your essence. You will walk through every corner unobtrusively and lightly, retaining your own uniqueness and being clean and untouched by the world...< /p>

The moon is shining in the winter, and the clear spring is bathing. I am still working hard, and my heart is always free...

The rain has stopped

The bright red quilt. Buried by many fallen leaves, I couldn't find it when looking at the pile of red leaves. Maybe "turning into spring mud to protect the flowers" is its best destination.

Putting away the umbrella, I looked up inadvertently: Oh, the sun has appeared again.

What I enjoy is the tour guide.

Traveling is either mountaineering or swimming. Therefore, every time I return from a trip, I always sigh in my heart: "Oh, The mountains are still the same mountains, and the water is still the same water.” However, this trip to Kunming, Dalian and Lili made me feel particularly happy, not for anything else but because of the guide Shasha.

Shasha’s surname is Sha, not Sha. It was her own suggestion that we call her Shasha. She said it would be more friendly.

I don’t know what standards my friends have for judging whether a tour guide is excellent. In my opinion, there is no escape from the three aspects of seeing, hearing and feeling, and Shasha happens to be a tour guide who is perfect in all three.

Due to more than two hours of turbulence in the air, we were about to arrive at Kunming Airport. I was already tired, and when the plane slowly descended, I felt a sense of relief in my heart. Kunming, you are known as the City of Spring and the City of Flowers. Now that I have set foot on your land, you have to give me something. It felt cool and comfortable. Unexpectedly, when I stepped out of the cabin, I was greeted by a silvery-white sun that made it difficult to open my eyes when I stepped on the concrete floor of the airport. , another burning heat came into my heart from the soles of my feet, and I was disappointed, "This is Spring City, it's clearly a midsummer afternoon. "My heart complained silently; my feet moved lazily; my eyes scanned from afar. I couldn't wait to meet the Kunming tour guide who came to greet us early, board their tour bus, and go to the hotel to sleep. .

I saw a young woman standing at the crowded exit. She was holding a bouquet of carnation flowers with a white background and red edges in one hand, and a sign with the words "Welcome to Zhuji Tour Group" written on it. I thought this must be the Kunming tour guide who came to greet us. She was wearing a white thin sweater, a beige vest, a pair of black denim trousers, and a pair of white canvas. Shoes. Such a dress and such a bouquet of flowers immediately made me feel tired, and I immediately thought of the poem "It's not spring that's better than spring".

Under the introduction of the tour guide from Zhuji, This Kunming tour guide recognized us one by one, so I stood aside and carefully observed her every move. Every time she recognized someone, she would separate a carnation from the bouquet. Give it to him; whenever she gives a carnation to our group members, she will look at each other with a smile and say softly: "Hello, I wish you a pleasant journey" when she stood beside me! When she bowed in front of me and held up a carnation to me, her big eyes set between her fair face and eyebrow-length hair were particularly lively and affectionate. In the expression of this expression, I had noticed that Kunming It’s the feeling of spring and the fragrance of flowers that fill the city.

If vision can only bring people a beautiful guess, then every sentence heard later is glutinous and sweet. Mi's explanation made me admire her even more. Even in her simple self-introduction, she showed the youthful vitality of this tour guide: "Hello everyone, my surname is Sha, you can call me Guide Sha. , you can also call me Shasha, but I like everyone to call me Shasha, which makes me look more friendly. whee! "The opening remarks made the bus full of tired tourists burst into laughter.

According to the itinerary, on the day we arrived in Kunming, we would take a tour bus to visit the iconic Golden Horse and Jade Rooster along the way. Visiting the East and West Temple Pagoda. Since it was almost time to get off work, the traffic jam on the streets was already the most annoying thing for everyone, not to mention that we were tired travelers from afar. I wonder if Shasha saw the look on our faces. Expression, he quickly cut into the explanation from the special certificate of urban traffic jam, saying that the traffic jam is due to Kunming's urban construction in recent years, emphasizing that after several years of urban construction, Kunming has become more and more prosperous, and everyone saw it along the way. The scenic spots and the improved roads were all born out of traffic jams. Haha, I don’t know if I don’t tell you, but it worked. Everyone was really relieved by Shasha’s clever explanation and her steady and smooth voice quality. Several people were whispering to each other and exclaiming excitedly, “Tsk, tsk, the sound is so beautiful, it’s as beautiful as a radio. ”

Shasha can speak eloquently, and what she says makes sense and is interesting. October 30th is the day when we go from Dali to Lijiang. It takes 5 hours of driving along the way, and we inevitably have to get off the car in the middle. Pee. As we all know, peeing is called "singing" when traveling. When we saw a place where cars can refill water and buy snacks, we suggested that the driver stop and "sing".

There was a public toilet right where we got off the bus, but each person had to pay 5 cents to go in. People who came back to the car were all joking, saying that singing here is not cheap, "a little tune" You still have to pay fifty cents." Hearing the irony in everyone's humorous jokes, Shasha picked up the phone and explained. She explained that the toilets along the way were built voluntarily by several ethnic minorities who raised funds. The ethnic minorities here are poor. In this way, they have not only found a way out for their own lives, but also contributed to changing the dirty and smelly environment along the way. I still want everyone to give me some understanding.

Perhaps in order to try her best to restore the good mood of the tourists, she even told a story about referring to peeing as "singing" during the tour. It is about a local grandfather who took his grandson to a relative's house for a wedding banquet. During the dinner, the grandson clamored to find the toilet to urinate. The grandpa taught the grandson that he should not talk about peeing casually at the wedding banquet, as it was not elegant. "What should I say?" the little grandson asked his grandfather. Grandpa told his grandson, "Just say you want to sing." The grandson nodded and remembered.

After returning home, the little grandson went to bed with his mother. In the middle of the night, the grandson needed to urinate urgently, so he clamored to get up and sing. The sleepy mother said to her son, "If you want to sing, just sing. But since everyone is asleep, you just sing softly in my mother's ear so as not to wake others up." The son listened to his mother's words, and there was really a "spring water ding-dong" in her ear. The story was not long, but it made the whole car laugh.

The trip to Kunming, Dali, and Lijiang is not only scattered but also separated by long distances. It takes three to five hours of driving every day, and the most is nine hours of driving in one day. It is probably a common problem among tourists that they are afraid of riding in a car when traveling. The reason is that riding in a car is boring. But this time due to Shasha's transfer, none of us felt this way. For me, there was no such feeling at all. Because Shasha is not only eloquent, affectionate and interesting, but also has relatively comprehensive knowledge in his explanations, and can organically combine political, folk, business and local knowledge. No matter how long the drive was, she always had endless things to say, and every sentence made us feel fresh and useful. For example, on our way to visit the Stone Forest, she told us to use our imagination to view the Stone Forest. Instead, it turned out to be like what Guo Moruo said in a poem: "Look at the big rocks from a distance, and look at the big rocks up close. The stone is indeed big, it is indeed a big stone." Think about it, if she had not used Guo Moruo's limerick appropriately, would her explanation have made us laugh!

After writing this, friends may ask me, do you think this tour guide is so young, lively, and interesting, is he also the kind of "too light-boned"? No, not at all. Not only is her words affectionate, interesting, and knowledgeable, but she is also truthful and sincere. She introduced us to the rules for buying things in ethnic minority areas, taught us how to buy things at tourist attractions, and taught us how to avoid being defrauded in entertainment venues. In short, every aspect was very thoughtful for us. To be honest, I always felt that Shasha was a good and high-quality tour guide.

"Colorful Yunnan" is a hypermarket of Yunnan specialty products. Every tour guide will take his or her team to this store. Shasha also took us there as usual, but what was different was that along the way, in addition to introducing us to the products and quality in "Colorful Yunnan", she also specifically explained how tourists can buy things most cost-effectively and what kind of things are most cost-effective. Meaningful and other matters, every word and sentence made me feel that Shasha is not only a good tour guide, but also a shrewd "mother-in-law". What impressed me even more was that she bluntly stated in front of us the reasons why Yunnan tour guides would definitely take tourists to Colorful Yunnan for shopping. It turns out that "Colorful Yunnan" is a tourist mall opened by the Yunnan Provincial Government. According to local regulations, tour guides must bring tourists here to buy goods every time. The store will record how many points the tourists buy. value, each travel company allocates bonuses to tour guides based on this score. Finally, she emphasized that asking everyone to come here is not her force to attract customers and do business. It is a measure taken by the government to expand the tourism industry. I hope everyone will understand. I am someone who doesn't want to bring "return goods" when traveling. After hearing what she said, I actually felt really moved. I made an exception and bought more than 1,000 yuan of things in this hypermarket to take home as a thank you for shopping. Because in her words and deeds, I saw the truth, kindness and beauty of Shasha, the tour guide, and I should thank her.

Now, it has been several days since I returned from the trip, and the rustling of the journey still appears in my mind like a movie from time to time. Indeed, she is like a mouthful of mellow wine, leaving people with endless aftertaste and full of joy. I think I wrote the words "If the water is not deep, if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual; if the mountain is not high, if there are immortals, it will be famous." Should I summarize it myself, or ask a poet to write down some philosophies about travel and mood? What needs to be expressed is that a good mood during travel does not solely depend on the beautiful scenery. If you have a good tour guide, you will definitely be able to bring a good mood to the tourists. It can be said that I enjoy being a tour guide. I wonder which poet can make me realize my wish. I'm looking forward to it!

Memories in my heart

Yesterday’s feelings fade into memories in my heart.

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In the gloomy afternoon, your face inadvertently appears in my heart, just like the breeze blowing by the quiet lake, only in the center of the lake, there are layers of ripples;?

Your shadow is like the sun shining through the clouds, only casting little marks on my heart.

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In this night when all things are sprouting, a ray of light suddenly shines and I look out the window blankly. The silky drizzle seems to let me see your silky love. In my hair, your shadow emerges clearly, in front of my eyes, flowing to the bottom of my heart;?

Listen to the sound of raindrops falling from the eaves;?

Look, that The saplings moistened by the rain;?

Thinking of that familiar face, the happy face of the past;?

The cold rain wetted my attachment, through the rain curtain, Your shadow becomes blurred and goes away day by day, my heart keeps calling; my tears fall silently. . . . . . ?

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In a quiet evening, my heart is like a kite whose string is held by you; no matter how the years pass, my soul is firmly tied to it. In my thoughts of you. . . . . . . . . . . ?

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Listen to the crisp cry of frogs;

Look at the flying fireflies;?

Suddenly, I remembered That beautiful past;?

I want to keep the beautiful and complete fragments forever; throw the pain and sorrow into the boundless starry sky; but the unforgettable memory is still always stirring in my heart. . . ?

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In the middle of the night, there was a long sigh, and all the lingering emotions from the past became tangled in my heart; I couldn't let myself calm down those feelings day and night. , the dancing of memories...?

Listen, the autumn cicada calls the sea water cold;?

Look, the autumn wind makes the green leaves turn yellow;?

Aftertaste, The bitterness of the emotion;?

I suddenly remembered the old traces of the past;?

I felt all kinds of melancholy. ?

The melancholy mood is like the green leaves turned yellow by the autumn wind, and traces of the autumn wind pass through my heart. ?

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A person looked out the window blankly, looking at the withered and yellow leaves, following the direction of the wind; I don’t know which corner they have to keep fluttering before they can stop. ?

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My silence is as deep as the dark night; only your breath spreads everywhere, shining brightly in the time and space around me... The autumn wind sweeps through the leaves, Who said that the cold winter makes me sad? . . . . ?

Listen to the howl of the cold wind; ?

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Look at the dancing snowflakes; ?

Worry and longing How can thin wings survive the cold winter night...?

The lingering sadness is like a mature style, which has long lost the prosperity that spreads everywhere; it can only hide in the thick shell of the dark night, Carefully capture the comfort of vague emotions that seem to be there but not yet there, and seemingly not there yet. ?

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In the stillness of the night and the moonlight, I gently knock down my faint thoughts and send them to your heart through the screen. Let this care quietly tap on your window lattice. Confessing to you, I only entrust those blessings and thoughts to the breeze and the bright moon, and gently let you go for a while. On the night when the moon is bright and the wind is clear, let the tinkling wind chimes ring the tenderness in my heart. . . . . . . . . . .