Whispering in autumn II Jianxia is gray and White Dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi is on the water side

Life journey 2021-10-14 05:10:43

2021 year 9 month / Qing Huandu

The naughty breeze follows the dawn , Slipped into my room , Jump on the head of my bed , Lengthen my ears , And put the alarm clock next to my ear . In a few seconds , The crisp voice lifted my consciousness from my sleep , Then the wind hurriedly pushed me up ,“ What day is today? ?”, I didn't get the answer .

After the meal , I rode to the school “ Campus number ” set out . I saw a roadside vendor selling fresh vegetables , Pedestrians on the road carefully selected ; I saw the small steamed buns in the steamed stuffed bun shop steaming in the cage , The fine smoke seemed to have a fragrance , Slowly rising into the sky ; I saw a dog by the road , Sitting alone in the shade, meditating . That green seems to penetrate into people's heart .

Further forward , The stream under the bridge is gurgling , The water goes through the green grass , Cross the bottom of the bridge and start their journey . A flash of light fell into my eyes , It turned out to be golden sunshine . Sunny smile , Dye the clouds in the sky , The clouds also burst into a smile .

Enter the campus , The endless mountains strayed into my sight . The sun is really “ Mean ”, Stingy of their own sunshine , It only lights up half the mountain , Half green , Half dark green and a little blue . Several green mountains are opposite , Green trees flourish , There are also grass ornaments .

The playground seems to be covered with broken diamonds , When the sun shines , The dew flashes colorful light , It's very shiny , It's hard to open your eyes . The dew on the grass beside me slipped quietly , Quietly melt into the soil , The air smells of grass and soil .

Leaves with dew , It's like it's raining , At this time, you need a pair of long hands and agile legs , To avoid this “ The sudden rain ”. Straight bamboo in the back mountain , Put on a green coat , Stand and meditate , Like thinking about the autumn season . The leaves bent from the bamboo pole , It seems to be the whisper of autumn .

This poem comes to mind :“ The reeds are green , White Dew is frost .” The reeds along the river are green , The dew turns into frost in late autumn . That moment , My question has been answered :“ Oh , It turns out that today is Bailu .”

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