This year’s autumn is particularly bleak. The sky seems so high and the autumn wind is so anxious to reunite with friends. And I, standing on the top of the mountain, watching all this, feeling the chill of autumn. The riverbank in the distance is clear and clear, and there are flocks of white birds flying low over the beach, leaning against each other. I was the only one, listening to the cries of the apes telling me endless thoughts.
Looking up, the leaves were withering little by little, and they fell one by one, quietly. However, it was picked up by the ruthless autumn wind and spread endlessly until it disappeared from my sight. Lower your head, the Yangtze River is rushing, the water is rolling, surging, splashing, and moving forward. Who knows if there is an end there? Is there anyone who feels the same as me?
I am wandering thousands of miles away alone, living in a foreign country all year round. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, I can only look up at the sky and drink too much wine, just to forget my loneliness. Since my later years, my health has deteriorated day by day, and I feel very lucky that I can still climb alone today.
The hardships of the times and the hardships of life made me hate that my hair on the temples was already as pale as frost. But who can understand? Now, when I raise the wine, it can only stop at my mouth. My body can no longer accept it, and I can't even drink the bad wine...
Now on this high mountain, looking at the vast and empty scenery and the desolation of autumn, my heart aches. I really want to get back the feeling of the autumn mornings in the past, but the withered leaves in autumn seem to have no meaning at all as a souvenir. It doesn't know that the tree actually wants to keep it, and the tree doesn't know that the leaves don't want to leave it. They are silent, Until I watched the leaves getting further and further away and finally disappeared. There were no leaves left on the tree, and no leaves were left behind. They were silent because they knew they had their own mission, a mission they could not disobey. So autumn makes you feel very desolate, but you like it because it can move you.
This sad and lonely heart, alas...
The sound of the ape continues, and the pain in my heart spreads until it becomes numb.