The autumn wind on the Yangtze River is so fierce that it blows away the clouds in the sky without a trace. The sky looks bluer and taller, and I look smaller and smaller. The cry of monkeys can be heard in the distance. , suddenly felt lonely and desolate. Looking back at the Yangtze River, the sand on the riverside was whitening under the autumn sun, and the small mounds in the center of the river looked so clear against the surrounding river water. In the distance, a bird The bird is circling, is it looking for a way home? The autumn wind is constantly blowing, the fallen leaves are falling, and people have reached the late autumn of life. They have been fooling for hundreds of years! The endless flow of the Yangtze River rolls eastward, wandering thousands of miles, sad Infinite, human life is like the endless river. Life is really too short. I am just a poor passer-by in this sad autumn. Think about it now, I am over fifty years old, plus I am frail and sick, my future is My friends around me also left me one by one. A strong loneliness hit my heart, and I unknowingly climbed to a high platform alone. The war finally subsided, and I have to go back to the place where I spent ten years. I have been my hometown for three years, but now, my temples are gray and skinny. I have been plagued by illness for many years. Maybe in the near future, another person will pass away. I am so sick that I have to stop drinking alcohol for decades. .