What is the connotation of autumn rhyme that the author is looking for?

① It's not just the rich scenery such as "colorful", "solemn" and "hazy and clear" in nature as a harvest season.

Think more about the importance of life, including the value of life, grasp the present, and cherish the beauty and joy.

Second, the original "Autumn Rhyme":

Autumn scenery in Beijing, the first thing that comes to mind is always the red leaves of Xiangshan. I remember when the mountains were in full swing. In the sun, red beats like a flame. Two or three friends, riding Xiao Lv's laughter and hoofbeat, walked through the mountains along the winding path. The richness and tranquility of autumn blend evenly and penetrate into pores every year. Later, when the donkey disappeared, the road was much smoother, and we could walk happily halfway up the mountain together. If you walk on the edge of Shuangqing, after several years of mountain roads and steep steps, a large golden zone will appear in front of you, especially several big trees. Now I think of it as ginkgo. The thick leaves of the tree are all yellow, scattered from the treetops to the ground, so wet and yellow, as if the autumn harvest were gathered there. It makes people feel that this is the tone of autumn.

If you go to Xiangshan this autumn, everyone will go to Xiangshan. The road is full of cars and pedestrians, just like a movie is over or a large-scale representative meeting is to be held. Had to divert to Wanan Mountain, looking for autumn. There is a yellow coggygria at the foot of the mountain, which is not very dense. On both sides of the stone steps in front of fahai temple site, there are two dark red ones, which are also very sparse. There are relics of Shunzhi period on the ruins, engraved with the words "no logging, no grazing". In the messy grass, there are broken stones and dead branches, revealing the blue sky and the less bright sun. This seems to have a bleak autumn breath. However, this is not the charm of autumn I am looking for.

Some people say that we should go to Yuanmingyuan, a forest in the northwest of Xiyanglou, which is probably dyed into two rich colors: red and yellow. But for me, it's too extravagant to keep looking for autumn. I can't wait until next year to spend this time. The family said that there will be more people in the coming year, and your cycling skills are even worse. You can't find it yet. Then stay in the afterlife, I said, and everyone laughed.

Actually, I care about the world. Walking as usual in the morning is for health, and there is nothing romantic about it. On this day, autumn is deep, covered with oblique wind and drizzle, I walked to the next small lake in Linhuxuan as usual. Suddenly I feel that the scenery is wonderful, as if I have never been here.

There is a hill to the south of the small lake, and there is a row of tall ginkgo trees between the hill and the lake. I haven't seen it for a few days, but it has turned into a golden barrier, covering the mountains and reflecting the water. Fan-shaped leaves fell to the ground, covering the path around the lake. It seems that this golden barrier permeates around and expands infinitely. Walking on the road, the east side of the lake is bright red. Such dazzling red leaves! Not cotinus coggygria, the red color is darker; Not maple leaves, maple leaves are darker in red. This red leaf is raining and looks bright from a distance. When it is close, it is symmetrical with long leaves, and there are many leaves underground, which has become a thin layer of red carpet. Between that small piece of bright red and the high golden barrier, there are different shades of green and different shades of brown and other rich colors, embracing the clear autumn water. A few drops of cold autumn rain added a bit of gloom to the whole scenery. It seems that there are other hidden things besides all this.

Is this the autumn rhyme I am looking for? Autumn is a fruitful life, gorgeous and solemn, like hazy and clear, full of great enlightenment.

Autumn came and winter came, and I accidentally received an obituary that a philosophical friend of my father had passed away. In addition to the date of birth and death, there is only one poem in the obituary, which translates like this:

Don't refuse your love.

Don't delay the joy.

I haven't realized it yet

Will always be confused.

here

Everything is settled.

The autumn rhyme I am looking for is now, here, in my heart.