Autumn, a classic poem about picking up the light and walking around
The autumn cicadas create a dazzling scene that is not inferior to midsummer.
It’s just that it’s autumn after all. Although they incite people’s ears and eyes with their sounds and colors, the summer heat entangled with the body will dissipate after a few autumn rains.
At this moment, we can say that it is like a plant in autumn. After the baptism of midsummer, it becomes more fleeting. Now, we only need to slowly settle down in autumn. Instead of holding on to the dissatisfaction of those so-called years, it is best to let the purity in your heart make peace with the past time and turn the hostility into friendship. Then, all I have in my heart is love and closeness to time. A person who knows how to advance and retreat will not only feel that the burden of life will be much less, but his heart will also bloom clearly and move forward.
In autumn, I like to quietly watch the light diffuse into the house little by little in the morning, and feel the soft wind blowing by. I feel and taste all this with a pure heart, and my heart becomes more and more beautiful. It's quiet and peaceful. However, after a few rains, the flowers in the yard have become sparse. The hibiscus is changing little by little, and the roses are also missing little by little. Autumn is like this, quietly letting the time fall inch by inch, so quietly and so lonely. Seeing this, although I had some slight thoughts in my heart, fortunately my soul was still full and it did not affect my favorite aura.
In the late autumn, standing in front of the window and looking at the starry night sky, I will suddenly think of Van Gogh's painting "Starry Night on the Rhone". The night sky in his paintings is not black, but deep blue. For a while, I became obsessed with the color blue because of this painting. Although in the eyes of the public, blue is not gorgeous or luxurious, some people even think that blue is lonely. However, it was this blue that I poured myself into.
Van Gogh’s night sky is truly blue. With my limited knowledge, I don’t know what kind of state of mind Van Gogh had when he painted this fascinating "Starry Night on the Rhone". But I know that Van Gogh always lived in a niche and was not favored by the world. What does it matter? He lived so self-consciously, using a paintbrush to randomly place his spiritual direction and background, pain or happiness. For him, even if the sky above him is black, the sky in his heart is also blue. So what if it comes to the world or not?
In your heart, you have to walk on this road in order to place yourself in the light and shadow. We all know that in the secular world, we cannot live a pure life. Just like, no matter how beautiful the flowers are, no matter how bright and gorgeous they are, they will fall with a gust of rain or a gust of wind overnight. At this time, who else can’t see through it? Therefore, we just accept what we should experience or what we should not experience in life, it is all natural. Who can avoid this impermanence? As long as we have a compassionate heart, that's fine!
In addition to compassion, I have always wanted to be a woman with a cool and lively heart, just like Lian. However, self-knowledge is impossible. Because, although the heart is in the clouds, the body is still in the dust. Such a state of mind is both ethereal and nihilistic. Just be a real ordinary person. As for people, as long as they can live calmly and naturally, wouldn't they be full of lotus flowers? If you deliberately live too delicately, it will become extremely vulgar.
During the Ghost Festival, I went to Shijiazhuang for half a month due to work matters. At that time, I knew the autumn flowers were blooming because I smelled the cinnamon. Although I didn't feel it on the way there, I could smell it vaguely on the way back. That fragrance, just a touch of it, makes people's hearts stretch out like vines. Because, I thought of the osmanthus trees in my hometown community, how they exuded sweet fragrance at this moment.
With cinnamon, autumn is complete. Because, in autumn, no flower is more suitable than sweet-scented osmanthus. Osmanthus flowers bloom under the warm sunshine, and their fragrance is far more attractive than their name. Clusters of golden flowers are beautifully entwined with the autumn light among the dense branches and leaves, making people unable to tell whether it is light or flowers, dense and warm. Sometimes, before you get close, a gust of wind blows by, and the surrounding area is filled with fragrance. The fragrance goes straight into the heart, giving people an indescribable sense of peace.
The flowers in autumn bloom and fall, but the moon is a little bit perfect. They walk in autumn in their own ways, neither afraid nor proud. Just that touch of thinness and coolness is quietly noticeable. Only in this season can people gradually feel the strength of time. yes! Who can match the strength of bones that have passed through time? In this way, people lament the failure of a flower, but at the same time they are filled with joy for the full moon.
After returning from Shijiazhuang, I went to Hangzhou for my aunt’s birthday a few days ago. I like this kind of gathering, because family gatherings make the relationship between family members more natural and closer. The family dinner also taught me that, The person who loves you and the person you love will always be your closest relative.
As soon as the autumnal equinox passes, autumn really makes people feel it. At this moment, there is no summer air at all, and the air is like freshly bloomed flowers, fresh and warm. The chirping of the cicadas disappeared without knowing when. Sometimes people inadvertently think of how lonely and empty they feel inside. On an autumn night, when one is quietly reading or sipping tea, all one hears from near or far is the sound of wind. Mr. Mu Xin said, "The wind in autumn comes from previous years." Soon, not only everything in the world will become old love, but we in this world will also become past events. Of course, it is because of these old love events that the passing years have such preciousness and deep affection. It is said that time grows old on the petals of flowers, and youth is lost in the passing wind.
In this way, who in the secular world knows whether it is better to be indifferent to a touch of wind or to be content with a flower? Come to think of it, only those who have reached perfection in their hearts can claim this.
In October, I started to love the sunshine. Because walking through summer is like experiencing a heartbreaking love. Everyone will be exhausted physically and mentally. Therefore, it takes a period of practice to relax the anxious nerves. People are always forgetful. After a period of time, the heart will delete the complex and simply remember the small love and happiness before. How can I still remember the abuse given by the blazing Xia Yang? Now I always hope to be with the sunshine. To me, the autumn sunshine is more like a lover, whose warmth makes people fall in willingly. No matter it is early morning or afternoon, the moment I am embraced by it, my heart is touched little by little, because the breath of love penetrates from the outside to the inside, simple and clean. Like lingering flowers, blooming in the wind and fragrant.
For me, I have been looking for this kind of simple and clean love, even if it is in fantasy or in words, let it approach in the most natural state. This love is independent and not dependent. Because of this, we can love ourselves and others better.
The further you go in autumn, the quieter it becomes. This quietness will make people feel calm. At this time, writing and reading were no longer as casual as Xia Li's. When it comes to writing, I seem to be more proficient than Xia Li. When reading, I can calm down and read. As for people, once they become calm, they can meet their souls, and then they can walk together with good intentions in their hearts.
In life, I like to walk warmly and brightly. For me, every step is entangled with branches and vines. This autumn, I want to live a person’s life peacefully and abundantly. Of course, I will live with him as a close friend in every season! Because a life full of thorns always needs their protection. Especially in autumn, my girlish feelings are as delicate and beautiful as flowers. In its desolation, it is easy to be infected by it.
Autumn water lasts forever, blooming all the way in order to be prosperous all the way.
Picking up the light and walking in autumn.