I still clearly remember when the story happened. Autumn leaves are flying and falling to the ground. The small lake where we once splashed and swam like children was covered with fallen leaves and glistened in the sun. We were happy then. Oh, I think so. But in fact, you have wanted to leave me for a long time, but you just didn't dare to tell me. On that beautiful night, looking at the lake, I heard you say in a trance: Our story has come to an end. The rain is killing the remaining summer, and you have been killing my dying love for a long time. I still don’t think I’ll ever experience another love story again. You took everything away. I could only stand quietly, already knowing that I would be the abandoned one. And I was still staring at the lake. In a daze, life was leaving me. 2. You are a dragonfly that touches the center of my lake. Then my memory used ripples as a skirt, and even loneliness was embroidered with fine details. At this point, I am young and beautiful. The autumn wind spreads a lot of coldness to the earth, and there are voices whispering under the bright sun. I listened carefully, but all the news about you in the wind was called silence, and every miss was called forgetfulness. I shouldn't blame you for not reading Ye Zhi's affectionate poems to me, because we haven't met head-on yet, but you happened to pass by my lake when you were too tired; I shouldn't blame you for freezing with a sycamore leaf My breath, because the anchor in your heart is too heavy, you don’t look forward to another adventurous voyage; I shouldn’t blame you, exchanging a moment of lovesickness for my eternal remembrance, because you have a pair of flying wings and are destined to leave. I travel far.