1. Throw away the iced drinks of summer and make a pot of tea.
Yu Dafu “Autumn in the old capital”: wake up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea, sit down in the courtyard, you can also see very, very high turquoise sky, hear the sound of flying pigeons under the blue sky. From the bottom of the acacia tree, you can count the hints of sunlight coming down from the east, or from the broken wall, you can see the blue flowers of the morning glory like a trumpet, and naturally you can feel the very autumnal feeling.
2. Go into nature and empty your mind.
Raymond Carver, “Beginner”: I watched the wind sweep across the meadow in waves. I could see the grass in the field, low in the wind and then straight again. The second field sloped toward the highway, and the wind swept across the field to higher ground, one after another. I stood there and waited, watching the grass bow low in the wind. I could feel my heart beating. 3.
3. Lying there, watching the sun and the clouds.
Haruki Murakami, “Wouldn’t it be nice to have a food truck?”: The autumn sun is mellow and soft, shining on the tops of buildings. The river, the woods, the soft grass, and the clouds drifted gently from above.
4. Notice the subtle changes that occur in autumn.
Dazaiji, “O Autumn”: After autumn, dragonflies become weaker, and after their bodies die, only their souls remain, wobbling and flying around. Through the autumn sunlight, you can see that the body of the dragonfly is transparent.
Sometimes I sit alone on the sofa and smoke.
The first thing I noticed was that the newest models of the newest models were the newest ones, and the newest ones were the newest ones.
6. or open a jar of osmanthus wine, eat hairy crabs.
The other day, the aunt said she would invite the old lady to enjoy the osmanthus flowers and crabs in the garden, but she didn’t because of something. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do that. When they are gone, how many poems can we not make. I told my brother that I would like to have a few baskets of very fat crabs, some good wine from the store, and four or five tables with fruit plates.
7. Two people can take a walk.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby: One autumn evening, five years ago, when the leaves were falling, they were walking down the street, and came to a place where there were no trees, and the sidewalk was whitened by the moonlight.
8. can also be alone.
Wang Xiaobo, “Thirty by Thirty”: Many years ago, when I was an interloper in the suburbs of Beijing, I used to walk home in the fall, and the road was so long that it was endless. My heart was so tense that I didn’t know where I was going or what I was going to do after I finished walking. The roadside was lined with tall poplar trees, and when the wind passed, countless leaves fell like a rain of gold from the ceiling. I had a flutter in my heart and some verses came to my mind.
9. Fishing at dusk.
Raymond Carver, Dusk: Fishing alone, in that weary autumn dusk/ Fishing until twilight falls/ Tasting an unusual loss, and then/ An unusual joy, as I haul a silver salmon/ Into the boat, and wrap the fish in the net.
10. Watching the sun set and the birds return to their nests.
Autumn is best in the evening. The sun shines gloriously, and it is interesting to see the crows returning to their nests when they get close to the mountain side, three or four of them together, two or three of them flying away in a hurry. It was also interesting to see the geese flying away in a line, and then getting smaller and smaller as they went. After sunset, the sound of the wind and the chirping of insects were also interesting.
11. When the sky darkened, the sound of autumn insects began to rise.
In the light of this, Wu Ming and Ah Hei, leaning under the ginkgo tree in front of the door, listening to the evening cicadas, did not know that there were tears and other things in the world.
12. Watch the moon and stars take over the autumn night.
Lu Xun, “Autumn Night”: The sky above this night is strange and high, and I have never seen such a strange and high sky in my life. It seems to be leaving the earth, so that people will look up and no longer see it. But now it was very blue, and twinkled with the eyes of dozens of stars, cold eyes. He smiled at the corners of his mouth, as if he thought he had great intentions, and sprinkled frost on the wildflowers in my garden.
13. Suddenly I remembered to write a few words in my diary to recall my youth.
Haruki Murakami, “What I Talk About When I Talk About Running”: I remember that fall vividly. It was a beautiful autumn, with sunny weather day after day. The sky was clear and distant, and the ginkgo trees lining the mezzanine in front of the painting gallery were brighter and brighter than ever, shining with a golden luster. For me, it was the last autumn of my life in the 1920s.
14. Just among the fallen leaves on the boulevard, reading, writing letters, wandering ……
Richter, Autumn: Whoever has no house now, need not build one / Whoever is alone now, is alone forever / And wakes up, reads, writes long letters / And wanders the avenues without stopping / Wandering, leaves flying ……
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