I am walking in late autumn
I am walking in late autumn, I am traveling through the land of late autumn, and I am thinking in the corner of late autumn.
Another article about the theme of autumn. The difference is that the text is heavily mixed with the inherent intertwining between reality and abstract consciousness. The writing style is novel and the stream-of-consciousness prose style can be learned from.
One
The weather is getting cooler. I opened the window, and a yellow leaf floated in the autumn wind, drifted in from the window, and fell on my shoulder. I picked up the leaves and held them carefully, just as I carefully held the yellow land where I lived. The clear veins of the leaves were like the rivers crisscrossing the earth, with mountains, hills and fields in between. The leaves were emitting yesterday's sunshine. The taste hides a summer dream. Now, after the prosperity and enthusiasm, everything has returned to peace.
The Pingxi River that runs through the city is already very thin. The truth came out, and the riverbed that was plump yesterday suddenly became empty and quiet. A few birds perched on the exposed stones of the riverbed and looked around. Pedestrians could directly step on the stones to cross the riverbed and go to the old street on the other side. The houses along the old street along the river were hung up, exposing their bare feet and skinny ribs. The mortar flood control embankment finally showed its majestic body, showing traces of clear-cut flowing water. The raging river has become beautiful and quiet, flowing through the cracks in the rocks, gently and quietly. I don’t know where the fish have gone. They may have gathered in some deep water downstream, or they have got into the limited aquatic plants. They are avoiding the coolness of autumn.
I walked through the riverbed in autumn and imagined this beautiful river. Where did it go? In spring and summer, the river is like a plump girl, youthful, bright and full of vitality. It meanders from the skirt of Xuefeng Mountain, nourishing the land and crops on both sides of the bank. Around the small town where I live, the beauty of the river is everywhere. breath. We swam and fished in the river. In the summer, we drank beer and ate late-night snacks by the river. We took a boat at the river pier to cool off, with the sound of oars and lights and the waves of boats. It was such a beautiful scene of the Jiangnan water town! Now, this beautiful river has gone far as the seasons go by, leaving only the empty shell of the river. Standing in the empty shell of the river, I saw a naked reality. I think only the river in autumn is a real river. Once upon a time, we stood on the river bank, imagining the secrets in the depths of the river, exploring the true nature of the river, wanting to cut off the flowing water and capture things underwater. Because of the hiding of water, artistic conception and imagination are produced, which makes it mysterious, unpredictable, and elusive. So beauty becomes an illusion, and illusion makes you crazy. Only the river in autumn has torn away the mysterious veil of the river at this time. Everything is exposed to the broad daylight. It is unmodified, messy, ugly, desolate and decadent, but it is real and reliable. Walking through the thin river bed in autumn, I walk Heavy, like walking through the long river of history, the vicissitudes of the sea, I saw the wind and rain of history, the turbulent years, real and warm.
二
This is the meaning that autumn gives to the river. In autumn, not only the river is losing weight, but everything is also losing weight after being washed away. The lush bushes on the hillside behind the house have become emaciated and haggard under the bath of the autumn wind. They are as messy as a mess of hair, lying in various directions. They just fall down casually and are destroyed by the autumn wind and rain day by day. No one greets them. People take care of it. There is also that piece of broad-leaved forest, with golden leaves falling in profusion and scattered in the grass and thorns, or rolling in the ditches with the wind and flying on the gray roofs. A few branches were broken, just like that, hanging on the branches, swaying in the autumn wind; a tree was leaning across the ground, and the branches were already covered with moss; the bird nests on the tree had long been empty. Alone with the skinny branches...
This is a messy autumn painting, like the work of a certain abstract master, with no order or train of thought. Before I could get out, I was left with nothing but a dull mess in my mind. However, it was this obtuse and tangled mess that made me see the beauty of nature. Zhuangzi said, Tao transforms into nature. I think this autumn mess truly illustrates the philosophy of life. With this philosophy, I think I will no longer deliberately pursue anything in my future life. My attitude towards life will be more casual and natural. It is enough to have enough food and warm clothes. Why bother worrying about some things? To care about things, to make excuses, to make plans, to keep awake at night? Why should we lament about birth, old age, illness and death, and how short life is? Why should you continue to pursue fame and fortune and compete with me? If your hair is messy, it will be messy. Why do you need to look in the mirror every day and deliberately create a hairstyle? As long as you feel comfortable, just wear it casually; if the clothes are worn out, they will be worn out. Why go to luxury shopping malls to buy famous brands to catch up with fashion? As long as the body feels comfortable, the clothes will be so crepey; if the waist is thick, it will be thick, so why bother and try every means to lose weight? He just walked around with his belly bulging like that, as if there was no one around. In Qiuyang, several old people were sitting at the foot of the wall basking in the sun. They talked about their daily routine, told stories, and discussed the filial piety of their children and their parents. The appearance is lazy and drowsy. At this time, I saw the nature of autumn, the calmness of autumn; your former dream lover is now breastfeeding the child in public, with a pair of white breasts unobstructed, hair like a chicken coop, and the after-dinner stains on her teeth. She was grinning and laughing with others. At this time, you don't have to feel sad for her, worry about her, or be disappointed for her, because Qiu has told you that this is the natural fate of fate.
Wednesday
In the summer, the iron fence in the garden in front of the house was covered with a kind of evergreen vine called ivy. The vines were entangled with each other and stretched out in all directions. They actually climbed up the wall and climbed up. When I reached my window sill, the leaves gradually turned from light yellow at first to dark green. As the days went by, they became more and more dense and deep. The sunlight penetrated this thick green wall, and finally only scattered spots. Click. In July and August, when the weather is hottest, small pale yellow flowers bloom with a faint fragrance, and groups of bees smell the fragrance and come in droves. I read, write or think under this beautiful green shade. Finally one day, a fallen leaf floated to my window sill. One leaf knows autumn, and then many leaves fall like this. They bid farewell to the noise and prosperity, and return to their roots one after another in the autumn wind. The autumn garden suddenly became sparse and empty. The ivy stems and vines of different thicknesses were exposed, criss-crossed, and entangled on the fence, like a tattered net, hanging there casually, showing the Strong and iron-clad. The beautiful flowers withered, the lush green leaves fell, the flying bees left, and finally only the old roots and withered vines remained. They want to be with the autumn wind, telling the story of yesterday, looking for the trajectory of life, exploring the value of life, and reminiscing about the passing years. My mother often sits in the garden basking in the sun. Under the autumn sun, my mother looks so calm, so leisurely, so slow. Her white hair and web-like crepe lines have carved deep marks of time and are full of the vicissitudes of the world. and the hardships of life. She often stood in front of the branches and vines that had become thin in the autumn wind and stared blankly, touching the autumn vines with her rough hands. I know that my mother actually wants to have a conversation with Akito, and in the conversation, she can savor the days she has seen and the ordinary life. My mother stood in front of the autumn vine, forming a landscape with the autumn vine. This is an autumn scenery, simple and unpretentious, returning to basics. Under the calm water surface is the vast ocean. For Autumn Vine, at this moment, the beautiful flowers of that summer seemed as light as feathers, the delicate green leaves seemed weak, and the flying bees seemed shallow and frivolous. For my mother, at this moment, the glory and wealth are like passing smoke, and the splendor is like falling flowers and flowing water. The mother under the autumn sun is like an autumn vine in the wind. The water in her body is drying out and losing weight. What is left is the resounding texture of life. At this moment, she wants to feel the warmth that autumn brings to her life and realize that life cannot bear it. heavy.
Four
Autumn is the harvest season. I walked around in this messy natural autumn painting, trying to find the fruits of autumn.
The ears of rice are already fragrant in the fields, and the golden waves of rice in the autumn wind rush to my side like tides. The heavy ears of rice sway and rustle, revealing the joy of autumn. The farmers were already harvesting. They waved their sickles, silver light flashed, and rows of rice ears fell. Flying insects with nowhere to hide fled in all directions. One or two turtle doves made a "pop" sound and shot high into the distance like arrows. The sky flew away. Loads of yellow rice are full and full, pressing heavily on the farmers' shoulders. The poles "creak" and sing joyful songs all the way. The farmer's yellow dog also ran happily on the field ridge, moving forward and back, cheering and cheering around the farmer. Loads of yellow millet have entered the house, and the farmers are thinking about how to make a jar of good rice wine in autumn to taste the taste of life; the oranges are red, and the yellow oranges are like full and bright red lanterns. The orange trees were lit up like stars lighting up lanterns, and the acres of orange orchards suddenly became a sea of ??lights. At this time, the girl and the boy were very busy. They carried bamboo baskets on their backs to pick tangerines. The red tangerines were packed in basket after basket. They picked tangerines while tasting the sweet oranges. The birds were in the orange orchard. Chirping, singing happy songs; the sweet potato field has also opened up, and the secret of a good harvest is buried in the soil. Strings of round and strong sweet potatoes are already crowded underground. I stand in the ground and hear everywhere under my feet. It’s the sound of sweet potatoes swelling; the persimmon trees at the head of the village are also turning red. The ripe persimmons have been picked in baskets and taken to the town to be sold, or spread on the roof to dry and pickled into various delicious foods. Guests are entertained on festive days; the huge pumpkins are already red and ripe, and several children can sit on them. They are piled into the main room one by one by the adults and piled up into a hill; there are also strings of red peppers, rows and rows. Autumn corn is hanging under the eaves, and the beams are almost bent...
Ripe fruits are everywhere in autumn. From the blooming flowers in spring to the luxuriant trees, Mother Earth devotes all her milk in autumn. We capture in the autumn, we ask for it in the autumn, we return with a full load, we embrace the joy of victory, we sing the song of victory, a heavy and plump autumn is hollowed out and sucked dry by us, and finally there is only one left. A skinny body. After the autumn harvest, the fields are empty and silent. Only the haystacks piled up on the field ridges are still standing alone, proud of the wind and frost. The red oranges in the orange garden have also been picked, and they were pulled to the city by cars. The orange trees picked the oranges as if they had lost their beloved children. They were extremely sad and suddenly aged in the autumn wind, and their leaves were about to fall off. Pieces of land were also opened up by hoes, and the sweet potatoes were dug away, leaving only some hard earth towers. In the late autumn morning, the ground was covered with white frost...
I am walking in late autumn. , the decay that is everywhere makes me sad. I caress the earth as if I caress my dear mother. My mother, who has worked hard all her life, has gray hair and a stooped body, with only an empty breast left in her skinny body.
Five
The sky is high and the clouds are clear, and the northern geese are flying south. Looking at the high autumn sky, I thought about the meaning of life.
Autumn is indifferent, peaceful, real, natural, heavy, vicissitudes of life, warm, selfless, and dedicated... This is the quality of autumn, the presentation and revelation of the meaning of life in autumn, and the appreciation of the earth. A profound expression from a mother. Ouyang Xiu composed "Autumn Sound Ode", lamenting that the grass and trees are ruthless and sometimes drifting. Human beings are animals, only the spirit of things, and all kinds of worries touch their hearts. I stood in front of the window and picked up the autumn leaves that had fallen on the windowsill again. I held them carefully, just like holding the yellow land where I live. My eyes were filled with tears, and a kind of warmth surged through me like a tide. My whole body.