Qiushui cicadas keep calling ah calling ah, dragging the long sound of the tail, the voice is weaker and weaker, the season gradually into autumn. Twister, how can I tell you that autumn is here? People in the city don't feel like autumn is here. People in the city celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, shirtless, wearing sleeveless hemp vest, blowing the fan air conditioning, a bite to eat moon cakes, complaining: hot dead. Open the window, the street tree leaves thick green, not a drop. Where is autumn? People in the city think: autumn is just the name of a season, no specific content. But, the twister, autumn is really coming. I leaned against the window to look at the water on the river. There was no wind, and there was a slight shimmering light on the water surface, as if someone was walking gently on the water light step by step. I think of Cao Zhi's "Ode to the Goddess of Luo" in the sentence, "Ling Bo micro step", he also saw the autumn slowly coming from the water? I pushed open all twelve Windows facing the river, and the river outside unfolded like a long scroll. On the other side of the river was a band of winding hills, their edges reflected in the water. The autumn water is clear and clean, like a bright and smooth mirror, and like a new fine white silk. The reflection of the mountains falls on it, just like a piece of ink halo with white space all around. The only difference is that a red seal is placed on it, which is a landscape. Autumn is from the water, the cloudy light on the water day by day precipitation, the river becomes transparent and clear, like a piece of white paper. The visual clutter fades away and the image becomes simple. The outline of the mountains and water is clearer than in summer. The summer landscape is foggy, after autumn, the landscape precipitates a quiet light. Mountains precipitated the dark green light, the river precipitated the sky blue light without impurities. Since ancient times, many people have felt the "autumn light", many people write poems for the autumn light, many people write music for the autumn light, many people record the autumn light in the drama film, the autumn light is compared to the mood of life into middle age... I meditated on the autumn light, remember when I read the Tang poem sentence, "silver candle autumn cold painting screen", autumn is with a subtle charming light to come? My window faces due east and I get up early in the morning to see the sunrise. The sun was rising over the hills on the other side of the river, and the sky was black with long, deep clouds, red and purple, not so much different from the glow of the evening, but brighter, more determined, more vibrant, and about to announce the dawn. After autumn, the light of the sunrise is slanted and enters the room from a southerly Angle. The slanting light seems not so impatient as summer, inch by inch in the indoor wandering, moving slowly, I saw the morning light has slowly moved to the window, stopped working, sitting on the windowsill to look at the water. The boat, which had been tied to a stake on the shore, was floated by the rising tide, and no one knew who had untied it. The tide, surging and flapping on the banks, was the deep and constant wave of the sea coming into the mouth of the river. The water came in so quickly that it was not long before the tide line where it met the river was visible. The tide line is a long arc that cuts across the river, a clear division between the blue water on one side and the turbier yellowish-green water on the other. When the tide rises, the tide line goes to the upstream direction, the tide surges to both sides, and the central part of the river is calm instead. You can see the fish that come in with the sea water, jumping up one by one and jumping enthusiastically, which can reach more than one meter from the water. When the fish jumped up, it took up a small spray, silvery white, and stopped in the air. The spray rose and fell, following the curve of the tide to move upstream. The tide was gradually full, and the bare beach under my windowsill was now a whirling autumn water. There is no rope to tie the boat, drifting farther and farther, into the autumn broad bright river a small black dot, as if can be so aimless direction, can drift to the ends of the earth.

Qiushui cicadas keep calling ah calling ah, dragging the long sound of the tail, the voice is weaker and weaker, the season gradually into autumn. Twister, how can I tell you that autumn is here? People in the city don't feel like autumn is here. People in the city celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, shirtless, wearing sleeveless hemp vest, blowing the fan air conditioning, a bite to eat moon cakes, complaining: hot dead. Open the window, the street tree leaves thick green, not a drop. Where is autumn? People in the city think: autumn is just the name of a season, no specific content. But, the twister, autumn is really coming. I leaned against the window to look at the water on the river. There was no wind, and there was a slight shimmering light on the water surface, as if someone was walking gently on the water light step by step. I think of Cao Zhi's "Ode to the Goddess of Luo" in the sentence, "Ling Bo micro step", he also saw the autumn slowly coming from the water? I pushed open all twelve Windows facing the river, and the river outside unfolded like a long scroll. On the other side of the river was a band of winding hills, their edges reflected in the water. The autumn water is clear and clean, like a bright and smooth mirror, and like a new fine white silk. The reflection of the mountains falls on it, just like a piece of ink halo with white space all around. The only difference is that a red seal is placed on it, which is a landscape. Autumn is from the water, the cloudy light on the water day by day precipitation, the river becomes transparent and clear, like a piece of white paper. The visual clutter fades away and the image becomes simple. The outline of the mountains and water is clearer than in summer. The summer landscape is foggy, after autumn, the landscape precipitates a quiet light. Mountains precipitated the dark green light, the river precipitated the sky blue light without impurities. Since ancient times, many people have felt the "autumn light", many people write poems for the autumn light, many people write music for the autumn light, many people record the autumn light in the drama film, the autumn light is compared to the mood of life into middle age... I meditated on the autumn light, remember when I read the Tang poem sentence, "silver candle autumn cold painting screen", autumn is with a subtle charming light to come? My window faces due east and I get up early in the morning to see the sunrise. The sun was rising over the hills on the other side of the river, and the sky was black with long, deep clouds, red and purple, not so much different from the glow of the evening, but brighter, more determined, more vibrant, and about to announce the dawn. After autumn, the light of the sunrise is slanted and enters the room from a southerly Angle. The slanting light seems not so impatient as summer, inch by inch in the indoor wandering, moving slowly, I saw the morning light has slowly moved to the window, stopped working, sitting on the windowsill to look at the water. The boat, which had been tied to a stake on the shore, was floated by the rising tide, and no one knew who had untied it. The tide, surging and flapping on the banks, was the deep and constant wave of the sea coming into the mouth of the river. The water came in so quickly that it was not long before the tide line where it met the river was visible. The tide line is a long arc that cuts across the river, a clear division between the blue water on one side and the turbier yellowish-green water on the other. When the tide rises, the tide line goes to the upstream direction, the tide surges to both sides, and the central part of the river is calm instead. You can see the fish that come in with the sea water, jumping up one by one and jumping enthusiastically, which can reach more than one meter from the water. When the fish jumped up, it took up a small spray, silvery white, and stopped in the air. The spray rose and fell, following the curve of the tide to move upstream. The tide was gradually full, and the bare beach under my windowsill was now a whirling autumn water. There is no rope to tie the boat, drifting farther and farther, into the autumn broad bright river a small black dot, as if can be so aimless direction, can drift to the ends of the earth.