It's getting colder and colder. When I walk out of the room, I feel cold. In a flash, frost is coming. Frost is the last solar term in autumn, which means that winter is about to begin.
Farewell to autumn, usher in winter, dark roadside, tree leaves, this piece of dancing leaves, I do not know whether it is the love of autumn, or the welcome of winter?
Each season has its own different scenery. In autumn, there are many fruits, even the air seems to be filled with sweet fruits; there are red maple leaves, which make people forget to return. Du Mu's poem "frost leaves red in February flowers" is the praise of maple leaves. In winter, there is white snow, "suddenly like a night of spring wind, thousands of trees and thousands of pear blossoms", which is to express the praise of winter, but also inspire people's yearning for spring.
Different ages have different moods. When I was a child, I always liked autumn very much. As soon as autumn arrived, many fruits and melons were ripe. I can writeto satisfy my appetite, there were crisp big apples, small lanterns like oranges, and jewel like crystal clear grapes... It's really a paradise for eating goods. Maybe it's because I grew up. Time is like flowing water. Once gone, I'll never return. My mind is growing up and I'm becoming sentimental. It is true that every autumn, fruits and melons are mature, but behind it is the unselfish dedication of flowers, the silent withering of flowers, turning into spring mud to protect flowers.
I don't have Liu Yuxi's broad mind of "I say autumn is better than spring tide". When autumn comes, I feel lingering and sad.
In the early morning, I got up early, put on a piece of clothes, and walked to the window. It was very quiet around. Only occasionally there was the sound of the car driving, but without the noise of the day, there was only peace. At this time, I could feel the beautiful city better. Looking at the scenery outside the window, I felt the never before quiet in my heart. The wind blew into the room, bringing a cool feeling. I couldn't help shivering.
Winter is really coming!
According to the lunar calendar, November 24 is the last solar term in autumn - the term of frost. Frost term means that the weather is getting colder and frost begins to fall. However, I didn't realize this today. In the morning, we went to the park to play, and we didn't see the dew. In the bright sunshine, we still felt hot. We all only wear single clothes. Several brothers even wear short sleeves. They linger in summer.
But the characteristics of autumn are still obvious. Look: the camphor fruit in the park has turned purple, the lower part of the magnolia tree is bare, and the bottom of the tree is a pile of fallen leaves, hanging a few lonely and withered grape trees. Some time ago, osmanthus trees were still fragrant, which fascinated the world. Now, there are few flowers on the flower branches. Some are only dried flowers that have withered and turned black. All the fallen flowers at the bottom of the trees have turned into mud... These all indicate that it is late autumn now.