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The stalk withered, the plane leaves fell, dragonflies sang in the rotten grass, and geese landed on the flat sand. Because of the drizzle and wet maple forest and the frosty and cold weather, if you are not a passerby, how can you feel the taste of autumn?

The breeze swept the dusk, and the autumn wind was oblique. On the edge of the pond, there is only a residual stem, surrounded by yellow and withered skirt leaves. The tall buttonwood tree has lost its former luxuriance, and the leaves are dancing and standing quietly. In the low grass, crickets are singing silently, singing an autumn song. On the Tantan sandy land, the wind flies wildly and passes by, and there are many fields and forests. You can't rely on the rain, the frost and fog are heavy. I am not a pedestrian on that road. I can't feel this delicate and cool scene, but I still have the heart to savor this faint autumn.

After Song Jiang killed Yan Poxi, he left home with his brother Song Qing to avoid disaster. It was late autumn and early winter, and a poem wrote: "The lotus handle withered, the plane leaves fell, the flies sang in the rotten grass, and the geese fell to the flat sand." The drizzle wets the maple forest and the frost is heavy and cold. If you are not a passerby, how can you taste autumn? " The first six sentences of this poem describe scenery, while the last two sentences discuss lyricism. Lotus, phoenix tree, autumn insect, rotten grass, wild goose, maple forest, thick frost and other typical images depicting the four seasons are selected. At the beginning, the overlapping words of "handle" and "leaf" were used, and the syllables were harmonious and beautiful, which rendered the atmosphere. So many images are full of colors, which fully mobilize the vision and hearing and aggravate the sadness of the environment. Finally, I speak my mind and express the feelings of passers-by. The ancients said, "Those who forget themselves are just leaving.". At this time, Song Jiangdong, who committed the murder case, hid in Tibet and bid farewell to his father. I don't know when to meet. How can he not be full of melancholy in such weather?