Chapter 20 autumn in the wild

The maple leaves on the hills are gradually turning red, and the small river is like a mirror, inlaid with clear shrimps, colorful fish, red leaves and pebbles.The weeping willows cannot shake off the golden sun and the catkins, and the haze is a light blue cover. The fragrance of flowers, the fragrance of fruits, the fragrance of boiled pig's manure, the fragrance of burning cow dung grass, all the fragrances spread along the mountain stream and permeate under the huge camphor tree.Blue tiles and white walls, red peppers hanging on the wooden beams of the eaves, and lights passing through the carved panes.The smoke disappears, the last rooster stands on the straw tower, the old scalper lies quietly chewing dry memories, the red dragonflies and black bats are walkers at dusk.It's autumn, I want to change a maple leaf bookmark.

Over the golden oranges, orange persimmons, bursting chestnuts, amber jujubes, blue and red apples, lilies are like tall white porcelain cups, swaying on the phoenix leaves, like containers of dew, Or just hold a cup of cool moonshine. The sun came out, and the mist was like silk weaving, and the waterfall was like satin. Dogwood hung oval sour fruits, and turtledoves cooed in the camphor forest.In the village girl's bamboo basket are purple rice bean mushrooms, dark green leek mushrooms, white tea tree mushrooms and light gray pine mushrooms.The boy picking berries climbed the tree, the young woman drove the ducks into the mountain stream, the spotted ducks patted the water in surprise, the yellow-billed shells searched for clear shrimps among the grass roots, and the fisherman blasted his emerald wings and called "the most" Passing through, the green water snake swims through the transparent stream and slowly climbs into the calamus bushes.

The wind blows away the white streamers on the mountainside, one piece is lush, one piece is red and one piece is golden, and the rich color blocks are like the waves of the sea lightly painted.