Prose: Meeting Autumn

In this way, autumn has quietly come to us in the sound of cicadas that have not completely faded in the hot summer.

In memory, autumn is often two completely different scenes. First, Wan Li has clear skies and white clouds. Under the blue sky and white clouds, boys and girls are chasing the red leaves in late autumn and enjoying the crisp autumn sunshine before winter. Another diametrically opposite scene is the lingering autumn rain all day, and the thin rain is quite chilly when it hits the body. Young artists, or sentimental people, will read this scene as Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane and turn themselves into a young man with lilacs.

The year of Gengzi is an eventful autumn. At the beginning of the year, the epidemic situation in Wuhan touched the nerves of hundreds of millions of people, and many retrograde people paid the price of blood and tears for it. The epidemic eased and the flood came again. It is also the unity of the army and the people, from top to bottom, to fight against catastrophe.

So someone moved out some books of the Ming Dynasty, saying that this year's catastrophe was predicted 600 years ago. I don't really believe in such things. However, I firmly believe that human beings should respect nature. The destruction of the ecosystem and the wanton pollution of the environment will eventually pay the price for this disrespect.

In early autumn, there was no cold rain. Only the occasional downpour, swept away, lacks some autumn artistic conception. As described in Yu Dafu's Autumn in the Old Capital, "Under the gloomy sky, a cool breeze suddenly came and it began to rain. It rained a layer, the clouds gradually rolled to the west, the sky turned blue again, and the sun appeared again. " This is naturally not a dull autumn rain.

Make a pot of green tea, put some chrysanthemums in the pot, sit on the balcony alone, lean back in the chair, and look at the white clouds and blue sky obliquely. In this way, I let my thoughts wander aimlessly

In the gym downstairs, only a few little boys play during the summer vacation. It was lively at night, and six or seven venues were full of people. Boys who play ball and aunts who dance square dance are very lively. Green plants and lawns are still green, completely unaware of the arrival of autumn. Only the cicada's high-decibel chorus was quietly taken away by the conductor; Yangmei has long since disappeared; There are some fruits hanging on the grapefruit tree, which have long lost the faint fragrance of flowers. Osmanthus fragrans is still shyly hiding under the big tree. Osmanthus fragrans is not in full bloom yet. She is waiting for a freezing rain. Only crape myrtle foolishly opened from summer to autumn.

The weather was fine at night, and the sun passed by the balcony, but it was a little hot and dry. Have a sip of tea, turn around, and pick up Zhao Mengfu's "Leisurely Fu" running script to read. I have been fascinated by Zhao Mengfu's running script recently, but I haven't realized the mystery of using a pen.

I don't know what the autumn scenery was like in the era when Songxue Island people lived. As a relative of the royal family in the Song Dynasty, he went to Yuan Dynasty to worship the Hanlin bachelor. He, Ou Yangxun, Yan Zhenqing and Liu Gongquan were great calligraphers at the same time. I don't know what regrets I have in the crisp autumn, sparse trees and falling leaves, or what kind of life inspiration I have.

When I was young, it was autumn every year, especially in the long drizzle season. Or sit by the window, or stand under the eaves, or walk in the biting wind and rain; There is always some sadness in my heart, and my mood will always be depressed to the extreme, as if my life had come to an end. I often read some beautiful words by Li Qingzhao to relieve my melancholy. "Dongli put wine after dusk, and there is fragrance in the sleeve. Mo Tao does not forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. " I don't know why I often feel as sentimental as Li Qingzhao.

It suddenly occurred to me that autumn is coming in Shaoxing. More than 20 years ago, due to work reasons, I had to travel back and forth in Shaoxing for five years every month and stayed for half a month. Shaoxing is a water town city. In late autumn, the plane leaves on both sides of the street fell on the street, which made me feel a little blocked. Being a stranger in another country is even more unhappy.

When I was at school, I learned Lu Xun's article "From Baicaoyuan to Santan Reflecting the Moon". I often walked slowly from Baicaoyuan at the west end of the street to Santan Reflecting the Moon at the east end of the street, secretly reciting: "There is a big garden behind my house, which is called Baicaoyuan according to legend. Now it has been sold to Zhu Wengong's descendants together with the house. . . . . . "At that time, most young people were obsessed with literature, and a writer's dream was the biggest dream. Sometimes walking back and forth a few times seems to breathe the aura of Mr. Lu Xun and become a writer. Occasionally, a few friends will go to Xianheng Hotel when they come back from San Tan Yin Yue, take a photo with Kong Yiji at the door, and then enter the store to tease the clerk at the counter like Kong Yiji. "Heat two bowls of wine and have a plate of fennel beans." I just can't afford nine pence. The clerk at the counter knows that we are from other places, and we are also rushing to B's reputation. When we smile at each other, our partners will smile. Depressed emotions will be deeply released.

If the autumn rain continues, I will have another hobby. Take an umbrella, of course, there is no oil-paper umbrella in the rain lane. A person walking in a narrow rain lane is just like Dai Wangshu's Sad Boy with Lilacs. From time to time, the fragrance of yellow rice wine floated in the alley, and from time to time, the gentle and long laughter of men and women seeped out of the window. Walking, I also have a little sad complex in my heart, "cold, sad and melancholy." Now that I think about it, the loss of the collision between ideal and reality when I was young was a script, but this autumn rain was a romantic scene.

Wake up from the memory, the tea has been cold for a long time. The sunset outside the balcony has gradually set, and the rosy clouds set off the blue sky, which is very beautiful.

I can't help laughing when I think of the bitterness of my youth, which seems ridiculous. With the passage of time and the growth of age, this autumn has another interpretation, without the sadness and hesitation of youth.

A few years ago, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, I went to northern Xinjiang, from Tianchi to Kanas. On the endless Gobi desert, cars gallop on the endless curved roads, ups and downs, just like a boat breaking the waves in the sea. At this time, I have completely lost the depression of my youth, and my whole body is full of passion and emotion. The car arrived at Kanas scenic spot, just on the hillside of the Grand Canyon, in the endless mountains, and then it came into view under the snow-capped mountains. Everywhere is the dazzling leaves of the birch forest blown yellow by the autumn wind, golden. It is not so much an impact on everyone's eyes as a purification of our hearts. There is no sadness in autumn when we were young. When winter comes, everything is rustling. Suddenly I read the beauty and tragic leaves in autumn. The innocent departure of autumn leaves is a love for life and a admiration for the tree itself. In the coming year, she will hang the treetops again under the call of spring breeze and smile proudly at the blue sky.

Autumn is a season to pay tribute to life. She showed the brilliance of life to the world with numerous fruits. She uses fallen leaves to wait for the foundation of life and save energy for the next year's vitality.

We really should praise autumn.

August 2020 16

About the author: Yan Zhongfu now lives in Nanchang, Jiangxi. In 1980s, he entered amateur literary creation with a group of literary lovers in the enterprise, and then quit writing because of his work. This year, under the influence of many writers and friends who have been active in the literary world of this province, they have rewritten their works. Published essays and novels in magazines and newspapers in his early years. Some of his works were reprinted by Youth Digest, Extracurricular Reading Materials for Middle School Students, Selected Chinese and Foreign Excellent Prose Edited by People's Daily, and Campus Literature, and some of his works were selected as Chinese test questions for the senior high school entrance examination in Shanxi Province in 2006.