Text/Liangwang
Pressing the window of the car, first a wisp of breeze came slowly, filled with light and shadow, lazily, lightly, and then, came into view It was just a cloud, and with all my eyesight, I saw his whiteness, so thoroughly. Looking around the city in the sky, you will see a vast expanse of blue sky, so clean that it almost makes a shy child.
The mountains that embrace it have stood for thousands of years, and the roaring Yellow River has flowed for thousands of years. The mountains and rivers that run endlessly between the heaven and the earth are as sweet as ever. No matter the wind, rain or the changes of the seasons, you have never wavered from the original way of existence. You see, the lights that are gradually brightening and dimming among the mountains are family affection and time. No matter whether the mountains and rivers change, no matter whether the three thousand blue hairs turn white, the blood and family ties have never changed.
This autumn looks like always, with the cold autumn wind gently blowing on the branches of red maple leaves; a stretch of blue sky, a few wisps of red, as quiet as water and as moving as fire, is the perfect combination for this autumn. outline. Every autumn, there is something on my mind, and now, the undercurrent of lovesickness has pulled out a handful of old and broken things. I still remember that in the autumn of that year, the maple leaves were in full bloom, and the yearning eyes of the beauty in the autumn water lingered bitterly. Her passionate eyes were as clear as water, just like the ripples of a deep and affectionate lake that could not be resisted but could not be calmed down for a long time. , she was so reluctant to let go but she kept watching with determination, and then told herself not to send him away, but to send her away silently.
At this time of year, I am waiting quietly, wearing red clothes, standing on the other side of the fruity shore, waiting for you. If you have more, you will lose your charm, and if you have less, you will not be graceful enough. The trivial youth and falling leaves cannot tolerate our tearful eyes. The eyes of the years have ruthlessly ignored our sorrows. The maturity and old age that hide our faces have taught us that indifference and relief are the rules of survival. The rotating seasons, ups and downs, and time have made us endure too much separation when we were still young; for success and dreams, we are willing to endure it.
Many times, I always look up and meditate, especially in the silent night, when the moonlight is leisurely scattered all over the ground, and I am leaning on the corridor at the corner. Fold a bunch of crabapples, let the time go by, and be alone, you will always think of the desolation of Qingzhao, the green, fat, red and thin night, the eyebrows are gathered, and the people are dim. Many times it is difficult to let go, but it just comes around and goes away, with a back gradually disappearing into the sadness and loneliness in the sunset sky.
When I am passing through the season, I have compassion in my right hand and Qingwen in my left hand. I hold a handful of seasonal joy in my hand, waiting quietly on the golden branches of persimmons, but how can I never forget the falling red color? Countless rainy nights, loneliness and longing, together with the autumn rain, turned into silent flowers like oblivion, hiding in the world of mortals. Listen, the wind smiles, the leaves turn red, and our youth gradually moves farther away with the time in our dreams.
The world is in turmoil and the years are wiping away, but the palm lines of time seem to be gradually becoming more generous, and we gradually understand and understand in this deep or shallow rut of time. The songs of youth carry dreams, and the dust is everywhere. From the initial sprout, I was anxious all the way, praying for sunshine, longing for rain and dew, and had bitter tears, but in the end the sky cleared up after the rain, and the fragrance was fragrant.
"The hoofs of horses leave trampled fallen flowers. On the small mountain paths in the south, the singers leave behind the broken rhyme of the piano. In the quiet temples in the north. In autumn, nothing is left, only One Nuan Nuan, only one Nuan Nuan is left, and everything falls away. "In the autumn when I just woke up from a dream, I suddenly found that along the way, through spring and summer, I saw the sunset and the red clouds, and the mountains and rivers were like flowers. The years are full of joy and mellowness, but it is inevitable that many regrets will be left in the fleeting youth. In the long and short time, you will eventually understand that the years have washed away, the prosperity of this life has faded, and everything is returning to dullness.
In the city at night, there are numerous and almost deserted lights, toasting and shaking the lonely people who have left their hometown. The hands that are becoming increasingly empty hold the joy of a little achievement on the road of youth; whispering in the rainy night with drunken dreams, only the former voyagers, those lonely heroes, can write love and death into an eternal chapter.
In the whirling world, Thoreau's fireworks are all passing smoke. The mountains and rivers are so delicate and picturesque. I only hope that these great mountains and rivers can remain vast in the endless time. The time is quiet, you and I are still young men sneaking between the streets, coming from the distant past, and as time gradually fades away from shyness, you and I are again the singers who cheered for the red maple leaves in the years, everything is clear, Will finally be relieved.
In the world of mist and mist, the tides of the world are turbulent. Who dares to say who will accompany whom for the rest of their lives. In a floating life, one thought often brings warmth. I close the window of my heart, and my mind echoes for a long time. In that time, the beautiful lady looked at each other in the autumn water; after all these years, the maple leaves are still red, but the fallen flowers are in the colorful place, and the lovesickness suddenly arises, which makes people feel at a loss. The generous palm prints of time cannot tolerate the weeping youth, and the sluggish world of mortals will always ring the swan song of the hymn of youth.