Chapter 1: Counting the fallen leaves in autumn.
The seasonal changes in the city are always not so obvious, and the evergreen trees on both sides of the street always make spring, summer, autumn and winter like one day, making people look for the footsteps of the season carefully. When the high-voltage line is crowded with birds, the dense buttonwood is inhabited by the sleepless sound of birds, and autumn has quietly arrived. Pieces of fallen leaves slowly obeyed the change of seasons, flitted lightly over your head, flew over your shoulders, and finally landed safely on the thick land under your feet. In the golden sunshine, they are dancing spirits, and the vast sky is more brilliant because of fallen leaves. If you encounter continuous autumn rain, the fallen leaves will whisper to the falling rain, accompanied by cold tears. It seems that I don't forget the date in autumn, the lingering raindrops and the kindness of the tree. Fallen leaves always bloom with life, and every leaf is an impassioned hymn of life.
In the early morning, I opened the window, and a leaf fell on my windowsill with clear texture and soft color of life. This is a leaf that has just fallen. Before it left the embrace of the tree, it gathered enough strength to grow slowly. In hot summer, it tries to blossom. Although it is not as brilliant as summer flowers, its green color makes it brilliant. Under the blowing of autumn wind, the rotation is high and low, and even the final parting is so intense. This may be the wonderful life.
As if overnight, the road to work was covered with thick leaves, some followed the pedestrians with the wind, and some lay quietly on the ground, and the early morning sunshine made them shine. Isn't a bright summer day just about showing all your beautiful things? "Leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward." Fallen leaves, every course of your life is so spectacular. What words can I use to express your talent? But the leaves are silent. Spring grows secretly, summer blooms, autumn falls quietly, and winter sleeps peacefully in the snow mud. Silence, no regrets. This may be the course of life.
The midday sun shines on me warmly, and the change of seasons always makes people feel that time passes too fast. It seems that just last year, I still lived the autumn day in Liu Yuxi's poems, in which "cranes in the clear sky row clouds and lead poems to the blue sky". But this autumn, I can't sleep in countless autumn nights, and my mind is disturbed by numbness. The distant train flute pierced the dim night and stirred my restless heart. Do you want to travel far away? Why not start soon? I have urged myself countless times. What should I put down if I gain or lose, success or failure, honor or disgrace? Why do I always sigh in the face of * * * flying leaves, and my sadness sticks to me and makes me linger? "The benevolent Leshan, the wise happy water." I can't seem to find my pleasure between mountains and rivers. I am the stupidest one in the rolling dust. I'm almost 30 years old and I've always been confused about my position. I can't find true happiness on the road I choose, and regret is accompanied by sour pain. In the autumn night sky, Yue Hui is cold, and the falling leaves occasionally cut through the quiet of the night and slowly fall on my windowsill. It seems to be intentional, so that I can savor the taste of life? Clear tears soaked my broken heart.
In Song Dynasty, Gao Qi said in the book "You Ling Yan Shan Ji": "There are not many wonders, and it is not bad for people to have the pleasure of boarding a ship. It is not enough to have a place to replace people and people to replace places. ……"。 I think true happiness may exist in those moments that can be in harmony with the soul or things with similar interests. People often say that "the fallen leaves return to their roots in autumn", but I enjoy the fragrance of fallen leaves and feel the glory of life in the autumn when I don't climb the mountain or face the water. This may be a pleasure for people to meet their things. I walked past autumn leaves and maple trees, birds whispered and leaves said goodbye. Blue sky, white clouds, evening breeze and mist ................................................................................................................................................................... I count the autumn leaves in Romance in Autumn, and every leaf has its vicissitudes! From the branches to the roots, the short journey has to go through such hardships. Leaves are like this, so are people! I learned the joy of life from fallen leaves.
Count the fallen leaves in autumn, I have an appointment with autumn!
Chapter 2: Pick up a fallen leaf, and your hands are full of autumn.
In autumn, the vegetation enters the sunset, and the once lush greenery gradually pulls away. As the leaves fall quietly, life comes to an abrupt end and draws a rest. Some dreams are still on the road, and some people are far away before they come near. The scenery is desolate and scattered, making the earth desolate.
Qiu Ge sings softly, the fog shows more, the summer flowers wither, the autumn rain hits the residual lotus, and it is desolate, from the water town in the south of the Yangtze River to the snowy plateau. Autumn wind rises and yellow leaves fall, although it is impossible to imagine how lonely life will be when it comes to the last cliff. Picking up a fallen leaf, my hands are full of autumn. I still see a leaf smiling at me. It was my palm that gave it the last warmth.
I really want to go to the original mountains and rivers to collect, the message of spring, the tail of summer. Just sigh, I am also a passer-by, walking through the world of mortals, laughing at the vicissitudes of life and coldly looking at the prosperity. The poem in my heart is just a sketch. When time overlaps, Qiu Shui also looks into his eyes as soon as possible. Looking at the yellow leaves lying there disorganized, like a homeless child, let the wind blow them away from my eyes, gradually, dispersed, became smaller and finally disappeared.
This autumn scenery shines on the long corridor of time, and leaves fall, gently studying the faint autumn pen and ink. Qiu Lai is a calm, firm and persistent harvest, returning to the ethereal spirit endowed by the years. Life is a lonely glass of osmanthus wine. Summer is too crazy, winter is too cold, and the scenery of autumn leaves is drunk and slightly smoked by clouds. After the enchanting of spring, autumn blooms quietly in the sky. The distant mountains are close to the mountains, the trees are swaying, the clouds are flowing, and the white hair is surrounded by many green hairs. The people who have to wait have never come. In the old days, clear ripples were like water smoke, the world was vast, and people were sometimes lonely.
Just, still continue to sit on the bluestone board, looking for passing birds, watching the smoke rising from the roof, and looking at the autumn face affectionately! Is it autumn? Yes, in early autumn. A few days ago, my city was stifling hot, just like real life, forcing you to breathe for a while. Some sad sentences, unspeakable melancholy, however, God is fair to everyone. Between the seasons, only a stone's throw away, the yellow dress still makes the autumn feel abrupt. There are many things hidden in the twelve solar terms. "There is no way for mountains and rivers to be suspicious, and there is another village." Pure autumn colors will give you a good eyebrow water at the moment when autumn dew drops in the morning.
God is clear, gas is cold, light tea is light, not sighing, nor is it a dark wound. When I witnessed the green leaves turn pale yellow, my clear spring was still thorough. It was sad, beautiful, profound, distant and graceful. The thick autumn is also a shelter from the wind. It is quiet in the slow, involving a hint of coolness. After a baptism in summer, my eyes became clearer, and I didn't mean to stir up the sorrow of a yellow leaf. I came to a beautiful picture frame, cherish it, it is as natural as running water.
It is said that a leaf falling is "bleak". When a leaf falls, a life will leave. A little sad, I feel that life is so fragile that the old will leave and the new will come, or this is the legendary "reincarnation". Fallen leaves bring autumn news and stir the restless heart sound. No matter how beautiful the lake is, the sun is afraid of setting, and no matter how bright the candlelight is, it is afraid of the wind. Rather critical knows the world. A leaf picks up autumn, and a hand is full of autumn. If we say that every leaf is unique, the veins of the leaves depict the stormy sun, and everything is silently bearing.
Isn't life like this? Parents give their bodies, not for pleasure, but to bear all the tastes of the world. When I put on my autumn robe defenseless, I know that although suffering cannot be directly proportional to happiness, a normal heart is the source of happiness. Listen, the poems of "Wei Yun is smeared by mountains, but grass sticks to the sky" and "All trees are in autumn, and the mountains only shine" still linger in my ears. I only know a yellow leaf, but I don't know how many autumn sounds. Half the trees in the yard are empty, and three or five leaves stand alone. In spring, they went to Qiu Lai, and the leaves became independent.
My foreshadowing wants to fill in a blank word for you, because there is no sunny day to read your mountain? In the long river of time, you let the veins stretch freely on the branches, adding a little charm to the tree, not embellishing or setting off, but showing your unique charm. I was deeply impressed by the willingness of the leaves, even if they landed silently, it was a perfect curtain call. Looking at the wilderness, you are an unsung hero, and you will get the green in the coming year in your deep sleep. Let the years heal the wounds of the past again in the name of a fallen leaf. Walking through a path full of fallen leaves, you may despise the yellow leaves on the ground, but I am deeply attracted by them.
The night in the daytime order is as cool as water, and the dead leaves of the grass are not heartless, but float to the depths of the world and fall silent. Even if the autumn wind blows and brings it destruction, it still insists on integrating its body into the soil in a final and profound way, nourishing its new life. It's giving up, giving up on yourself, not sadness, not tears. It's time to wash away the dusty gullies and understand the strength after vicissitudes.
Life is like a fallen leaf, duckweed in a long river. When you turn around and look around, it suddenly disappears. Walking through the mountains and rivers, my temples are gray before I can taste the taste of life. How many degrees of wind and rain, how many degrees of spring and autumn? After suffering and persistence, the disappointment of fallen leaves is to look elsewhere, and there is no need to look for it. "Stealing half a day" is the best interpretation of a frosty leaf. Be careful to return to calm, the balance of mentality is no longer important, and it is also beautiful to listen to the wind, watch the rain fall and see the residual load in your leisure time. Let go of the past calmly and do your best in the deepest world of mortals. Why should you be afraid of rapids in troubled times?
The season is still old, and the residual temperature of summer is still within reach. Holding a thin pen in my hand, I continued to write my feelings in the season. When you start writing to trace the little traces taken away by the years, a leaf is not empty. Dip in the gentle wind of the years, write the warmth in autumn water and the occasional shower in autumn leaves, and improve yourself in compassion. Pick up a fallen leaf, simplify it, pick up a fallen leaf, and your hands are full of autumn, so you sleep with a smile, misty rain and autumn, peace, no Qiang.
Chapter 3: Falling leaves are autumn.
Author: Li "Under the Moon"
Yellow leaves have fallen again, one by one, floating, turning over and falling obliquely on the ground, among the green grass under the tree. In just a few days, the weather plummeted, cold people kept wearing clothes, yellow leaves began to fall and the lawn was almost covered. Yellow, red, brown, flat and curly are all floating there quietly, and the leaves are covered with dew. They are waiting for death! Wait for the end of life slowly! In this late autumn season.
Life is always limited, and four seasons are limited. In early spring, the cold wind was blowing, and spring buds appeared on the tree stems. At that time, Ye Er was born like a baby. With sunshine and rain, Ye Er grows every day. After a few days, the trees are covered with green velvet. When bloom is warm in spring, the green leaves hold up the world's red flowers to make public and show the beautiful years of youth. When you start pulling a branch, the tree will grow plump and the green leaves will grow into adults.
The leaves of adults are lush, like boys and girls of seventeen or eighteen, all flashing green. In the wind, it likes dancing and singing, and always shows the green of youth in the bright sunshine. Photosynthesis makes its youth full of vitality, and there are groups of green vitality everywhere. Even at night, it doesn't rest, helping mother to go to the old and welcome the new. It understands that the value of life lies in the work and dedication all the time, otherwise its existence will become meaningless.
The sunshine in summer is always so strong, and the green leaves are undergoing the most severe test. This time is already in its prime. It can't hide in the shade to enjoy happiness, but let others enjoy the coolness of summer under its shade. When the storm came, it danced wildly and desperately. Even at the moment when the wind tore it down, it would not give up absorbing the nutrients needed by its mother from the wind and rain. It is the son and daughter of the tree, knowing that once you leave your mother, it is the end of your life. It cherishes its own life, but it cherishes the mother who raised it.
When the autumn rain continued, Ye Er had lived for more than half of his life and began to enter his twilight years. It holds up a heavy body and still sticks to its post. It understands that winter is coming and its life is coming to an end, but it can't let go of its vocation. It is meaningful to live, and it must devote itself to the movement of life. Its life is given by its mother. It draws nutrients from its mother all the time, and its growth process is also dedication.
In the final analysis, it is just a small green leaf. Maybe it has never been loved all its life. It grows in the corner of the branch. No one knows its existence, and they don't know what it's like to show off in the bright sunshine and jump and sing in the breeze. It just grows there silently and has never been seen once, even if people see its green color, no, it has never been seen.
It doesn't know vanity, what it can get from showing off, what it can get from being loved, and what it will get after the storm. It doesn't know sweet talk, flattery, flattery, slander and frame-up. It only knows that day and night's efforts are in exchange for the survival and growth of its mother.
Because it has no thoughts, it is just a leaf, a very ordinary leaf, with life characteristics and survival instinct. People wonder that this kind of life also exists in this special world, with sunshine, air and water, the same life and death, and the same cell movement. The difference between people and things is too great. It has no thinking, no IQ and no EQ. It lives to live. Its life is simple and focused. From birth to death, it is silent, quiet, unhappy and painful, and I have been working hard all my life. Humans envy silkworms in spring. They will weave until they die, but the fallen leaves will not!
Yellow leaves are still falling all over the floor, from yellow to red, dying, scaling to death, and finally shrinking into a ball. When the cold wind in winter blew it away, it sighed, sighing that its life was too short! Or leave a feeling of attachment to your mother! Its life is full, rich and meaningful, and it can be done without regrets.
It's almost late autumn. Looking at the falling yellow leaves and trees, what should I think?