Autumn of the ancient city, autumn of the ancient city prose essay

In Xi'an, an ancient city in the north, the scenery of autumn is more beautiful than that of spring. Compared with the tender spring, the rugged Shaanxi people prefer the autumn with the unimaginable winds and the mountains and fields that southerners can't imagine.

In the early autumn, the ancient city has not yet woken up in the dark green of the cicadas and frogs singing and the irritability of mosquitoes, perhaps because they don't want to forget, the flowers and trees in this thousand-year-old city are still longing for the residual warmth of summer.

Some of the trees were so leafy that they took a dip under the tree, as if time had stopped. If trees also have hearts, then the hearts of these evergreens must be entangled, eternal green leaves, only spring and summer in a year, with nothing to wither'face, but can only look at it from afar when other trees leave gold leaf all over the ground, and look forward to it.

The weeds in the pots that couldn't help the wind, the vines that were tightly wound on the railings, felt the coming of autumn early, and put on a brown windbreaker. But they can't be blamed, the family of three is busy with their own careers and studies, and they can think of it from time to time. The habit of not watering for a long time makes these plants precious to the little water that falls on rainy days, and at the same time, they also develop the habit of being extremely sensitive to changes in the environment.

In early autumn, the breath of autumn quietly spreads among all things.

Mid-autumn is an ingenious position in the autumn season, although it is the transition between early autumn and late autumn, but for more than a month in mid-autumn, there is neither a trace of residual temperature in early autumn, nor the biting cold wind of late autumn.

Walking on the street, I don't know which unlucky passer-by was forced by the wind to pull the cough into his arms, when the man let the cough that had been held for a long time escape from his mouth, the wind pretended to be innocent, and the branches scattered high and fluttered around the person, and took the cough away, except for the sunshine that was full of broken gold, there was nowhere to be found.

When the people in the ancient city are still enjoying the golden comfort and beauty, the Qinling Mountains dozens of kilometers away are already a cold wind howling, "the world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom" The ancients observed and turned the fact of low temperature in the mountains into beautiful verses. In the mountains, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, there is a more beautiful autumn scenery than in the city.

From a distance, a large area of red and yellow, all of which are trees on the top of the mountain, but halfway up the mountainside, but from yellow to green, downward, a large area of emerald green comes into view. Standing at the foot of the mountain and looking up, it is like seeing a collage of **, summer, autumn, and winter, the three different seasons are reflected on a mountain, forming a beautiful and unique landscape unique to the high mountain.

Autumn is invisible, in the coughing sound under the city wall, on the mountains of the Qinling Mountains, in the sorrow of evergreen trees and the tenacious vitality of withered vines and weeds, it has become a part of people's memory, along with the ancient city of Xi'an, and the glory she once had, from the history books.

People living in bustling cities, if they don't get out of the walled city, they can't feel the natural scenery of the golden fields and forests in autumn. On that day, Gao Yun looked at the flying geese in the south, the autumn rain sang the empty valley, and the ghostly scene of the stream and sky flow was even more difficult to comprehend. You didn't go deep into it, the wind, the rain, the birdsong, the fallen leaves, the wet winding path, how much sorrow, how much joy, how much longing, how many whispers, all on the long path, in the quiet leaves...

Autumn in the city is difficult to make people feel the artistic conception of autumn, except for ginkgo biloba, sycamore leaves, willow leaves by the ditch drifting in a rain and a wind, people take off their short clothes and shorts and red skirts, put on long clothes and trousers, and say softly, the weather is cold. It's hard for them to mention that autumn is coming, because the city is full of perennial leafy trees, roadsides, parks, communities, and flowers and plants cultivated in greenhouses everywhere. It is not only in the cold winter, but this spring is not as bright as the spring after nature wakes up, and the birds are singing and fragrant.

Autumn in the city is a few withered leaves, a few autumn rains, rushing the busy crowd did not care about the fallen leaves under their feet, the rain on the umbrellas. Autumn doesn't seem to care about the eyes of the people in the city, and quietly slips away day by day, to the vast world outside the city to spin and skate to show off the last of the style...