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In late autumn and October, stroll through the fields with autumn colors. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe afterglow lazily shines on the plateau, the fields, and the town. The air is filled with cold autumn. Looking up, the lush willows in summer have gradually withered in the autumn wind, and even the few dead leaves on the nostalgic branches are also crumbling. The dry branches of the swaying camel grass on the side of the road stubbornly pointed to the sky, as if trying to ask God about the injustice of this land. The spring here is short, and the autumn colors here are too hurried.

There are no farmers busy in the fields, and the fields after harvest are empty and boring. The wolfberry fruit around him has already been harvested, and a few wolfberry berries that have slipped through the net are embellished with its shriveled and bleak dark red between the swaying branches. Not far away, a pastor snoozes against the roots of a tree on the ground, enjoying the lazy sun. A flock of sheep was leisurely eating withered yellow grass mixed with pale green withered grass, and a shepherd dog kept running around the flock. In the early summer season, the "cuckoo sound" that lingers in the ears from time to time is also gone.

The rooftops of the countryside are intermittently whisked with smoke and dancing in the breeze. The traffic coming and going on the road not far away and the sound of horns from time to time broke the tranquility of this small city, and also added a little cuteness and a little gaudy to the autumn colors. The sky is high and the clouds are faint in the small town at this time.

I was in this cold autumn color, and a trace of desolation and sourness sprouted in my heart. The cold and long winter in the small town of Qaidam is coming again, and the half-year-long "dormant" life of the tiger and the dragon is also invited.

Looking at the curling smoke, I fell into deep thought. The poetic meaning of "Lonely Smoke in the Desert, Straight in the Long River" in the poet Wang Wei's "Lonely Smoke in the Desert is Straight, the Sunset on the Long River" is a fiction of his detachment from life. It's hard to see that kind of artistic conception in this quiet town, let alone in the "windy and horses howling" and the vast desert outside the plug. And his insistence on expressing it in this way may be derived from life and higher than life, and the freehand technique of pursuing poetic conception.

The air wafted with the peculiar smell of the burning of wheat straw. At the beginning of this season, farmers here have to burn kang with wheat straw to keep warm in order to withstand the long cold winter. Until June of the following year, this strong rural smell will enter the streets, thousands of homes, and the smell of pedestrians from time to time. Let some "city people" suddenly lose a certain sense of superiority of city people.

There is no intoxicating maple leaf here of the poet Du Mu's "stop and sit in love with the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers", what is here is only summer planting and autumn harvest, autumn harvest and winter storage, the short trivial days in the parents, day after day, year after year, and the repeated life year after year.

As the saying goes: "One side of the water and soil raises one person, and one side of the landscape has one side of the style".

The water and soil here nourish the people here, and the mountains and rivers here embellish the customs here. This is the "original flavor" of the Qaidam countryside, and this is the late autumn scenery of the small town of Qaidam.

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