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Beijing Autumn Rhyme

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    Autumn in Beijing can be traced in time and space.  In terms of time, as time goes by, the process of leaves turning from green to yellow is the change process of autumn; in terms of space, from south to north, the yellow of autumn leaves becomes more and more intense, which is the process of autumn in the world.  trace.

    It was winter when I moved here, and it had just snowed, so I have never experienced autumn here.  Now, every morning when I open the curtains, I have a new understanding of autumn.  Before autumn, the tree outside the window was cut many branches by the construction team. Although it was a pity, it looked sparser and more refreshing than before.  After autumn, the green leaves are dotted with dots of yellow leaves, and a tug-of-war begins between the cyan and yellow leaves. As the cyan leaves turn their backs one after another, the advantage of yellow becomes stronger and stronger.  When the cyan leaves and yellow leaves are evenly matched, looking out of the window, the light cyan and tender yellow seem to have been blended by a hidden colorist, pure with a hint of brilliance, facing the wind in the bright autumn sun  floating.  One morning, I opened the curtains as usual, and the misty window was faintly stained with thin blue and yellow, as if waking up in a deep valley far away from human habitation.  Outside is the fresh air and the nature that soothes the soul.  When I really woke up, I realized that I washed a lot of clothes yesterday, and after the clothes were hung on the balcony overnight, the evaporated water vapor adhered to the window.  Now, the yellow outside the window has turned orange, but the dark color is still getting stronger day by day, as if there is a diligent painter who is tirelessly coloring the same painting every night.  Added a deeper color.  In this way, I am in the same place every morning, witnessing the changes of autumn.

    Autumn is here, which means that the most beautiful season in Beijing has arrived. For a person who is eager to pursue beauty during the journey, he cannot miss this opportunity.  So I started to walk out of the house and head north, looking for traces of Qiu.  The first stop is the Temple of Heaven Park.  I don't know if it's because of the off-season or the impact of the epidemic. There are not many tourists in the Temple of Heaven.  Most of the plants in the Temple of Heaven are still green, and only a few tree species with a strong sense of climate will turn yellow. Among them, ginkgo is the most prominent.  There are a small group of ginkgo trees planted in several parts of the park, one or two are already golden, and the others are still half-yellow and half-green, like half-ripe mangoes, which don't look very tasty, but a layer of golden leaves has been laid under the trees  , tourists hold a bunch of leaves under the tree and throw them into the air, family members or friends capture this autumn moment, they look very happy.  The traces of autumn are not only in the plants, but also in the busy jumping figures of small animals.  In a small piece of jungle in the park, the sidewalk passes through the green juniper bushes, and the green lawn is under the juniper. Inadvertently, one or two figures chasing and jumping in the distance can always be seen, which are squirrels playing and playing.  Walking under the pine tree, you can see one or two squirrels picking up the fallen pine cones. When they sense that the tourists are getting closer, they will quickly jump to the tree with the pine cones in their mouths and disappear into the bushes.  There are also gray magpies with black heads, light gray bodies, and light blue wings and tails. They land on the lawn for a while looking for fruits on the ground, fly low under the bushes for a while, and then stay on the treetops.  In addition, there are magpies, pigeons, and sparrows. They may take advantage of the harvest season of autumn and seize the time to come out for food and feast on it.

    In the urban area, when I was riding a bicycle, I saw rows of tall trees beside the road from time to time, occasionally green, occasionally green and yellow, and occasionally full of golden trees.  From Qianmen West Street all the way to Qianmen East Street, there are unknown trees on the right, and a row of ginkgo trees on the left, which have all turned bright yellow, which is very eye-catching, and people don¡¯t know which direction to enjoy the scenery for a while.  Taking a passenger car from the urban area to the suburbs, most of the vegetation on both sides of the expressway has withered and yellowed, and a few maple trees appear on the mountain from time to time, which have turned red.  In the mountains and plains, yellow, red, gray, and cyan colors complement each other, giving people the illusion that this is the look of the palette being overturned by God.  On the way, from time to time, you can see poplar trees that have all turned yellow, standing in unison. Even though the autumn wind has swept the dead leaves to the ground, their posture is still straight and straight, which makes people feel respectful.  In the suburbs, you can see that there is a clear difference between the trees in the town and the urban area. The trees in the town are already full of golden trees, and there is almost no green left.  On the way to Hongluo Temple by car in Huairou, I passed a town where the streets were full of ginkgo trees, and the trees were golden, like heavy fruits.  From the urban area to the suburbs, the color of the trees is the breath of autumn, and it blows from north to south. The places near her can most obviously perceive her and accept her gift, and the color is her gift.

    The autumn in Beijing cannot fail to mention ginkgo, and the ginkgo in Beijing cannot be without the male and female ginkgo in Hongluo Temple.  Continue north in a van and arrive at Hongluo Temple. There are already many tourists punching in front of the archway to take pictures.  Hongluo Temple is originally a large tourist attraction, and you can climb to the top of the mountain to see the mountains, but I ?After entering the Huguo Zifu Temple, I stopped and decided to wander around the temple for today's itinerary.  In the temple, under the thousand-year-old tree, there is a stone tablet recording:

    The male and female ginkgo trees have gone through vicissitudes, and the age of the tree has reached more than 1,100. It is one of the famous "Three Wonders of Beijing".  Ginkgo biloba grows in front of the Daxiong Palace. It is female in the east and male in the west. The male plant blooms but does not bear fruit, and the female plant does not bloom but bears fruit. It can be said that it is a perfect pair, so it is called "couple tree"

    The trunks of male and female ginkgo trees are thick, and there are several huge branches growing in one tree, which looks like a single tree forming a forest. The cracks in the branches show the vicissitudes of history.  The golden leaves of the male ginkgo have almost all fallen, but the female ginkgo is full of golden trees, and the golden leaves are densely filled with golden fruits. Every time the autumn wind blows, there will be a burst of golden "rain" in the air.  In front of and on both sides of the Daxiong Hall, incense is in full bloom, and believers or tourists worship devoutly.  The thousand-year-old tree that has gone through vicissitudes stands quietly in front of the temple, accepting the worship of thousands of people, and witnessing the historical changes of thousands of years.  In the afternoon, the sunlight gradually softened, passing through the incense burner obliquely, and hitting the golden ginkgo leaves everywhere.  I squatted in a corner, waiting for the perfect moment, and pressed the shutter

    When I came back from autumn, I sorted out the pictures carefully and sorted out the harvest of autumn. In a certain corner of my heart, there was dust flying up. The soul longing for happiness, smelling the fragrance of autumn, gradually woke up.  I quickly blindfolded it and let it continue to sleep¡ªthe feast is not ready yet, and now is not the time to wake up.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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