Recently, the autumn heart has become stronger, almost like the heart and spleen. Especially this afternoon, when I was about to die of the book fragrance, I suddenly heard the hometown of osmanthus outside the window, and I knew that autumn was already deep. Ready to upgrade, just start writing and express your feelings happily.
There are many people who talk about autumn in ancient and modern times, and most of their works are classics, which are refreshing to read, such as drinking nectar and having a long aftertaste. In particular, Yu Dafu's Autumn in the Old Capital can better reflect this feeling. I don't have such a rich background and can't write such strong feelings. Let's simply talk about my fascination with autumn! Yes, I can completely describe my feelings about autumn with stupid words.
Autumn, like purple, is a mature and steady word in my dictionary. Full of strength, full of connotation, but without losing that tenderness.
Autumn in Xuzhou this year is earlier and more obvious than in previous years. On the occasion of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the smell of autumn has penetrated into every crack of nature. Under the sun, among the fallen leaves, there is charming autumn fragrance everywhere, which makes people restless for a long time.
I am still used to walking alone in the afternoon sun, feeling the coolness of the wind and the fragrance of chrysanthemums. Standing on the yellow leaves, counting the sunshine slipping away from your fingertips, is it nostalgia or remembrance?
Sometimes I have an impulse to integrate my life into autumn and be elegant with autumn. Or, like Jobs, quietly leave in the fallen leaves. As a legend, he should be given the honor and blessing of a hero. "Living is to change the world", this autumn should be happy, because there are heroes!
Perhaps, I am an emotional person. I can only look back on the life course of the hero who left him, feel him, and then express my opinion. However, the more so, the more helpless I feel. As far as I'm concerned, a person will be tired after walking for a long time, and I want to sit down and have a rest and find someone to talk to. Later, it was discovered that fewer and fewer people could understand themselves, or they gradually disappeared. Maybe time passes too fast, or maybe we are getting old too fast. Yes, a young man who is about to undertake all the missions and responsibilities has said that he is old. Just like this autumn, it is endlessly absorbing everything and releasing everything.
People are always contradictory, sometimes they think a lot, but when they have it, they are always afraid. In this contradiction and ups and downs, I have exhausted one journey after another. In the end, I can't remember why I started on the road. But I feel sad and my eyes are sour when I look at the road I have traveled. Look at the road ahead, still ignorant. Perhaps, some people will set a goal for themselves, determine what they want to pursue, and keep going. But it won't be many spring and autumn, and I'm afraid of being blown away by the autumn wind. On the whole picture, I was still walking alone. The sun has set in the west and is about to set, but there is still a long way ahead. I looked up and looked around. Finally, I walked to the soil alone and disappeared in the rustling autumn wind. ...
Maybe this is the difference between heroes and ordinary people. Heroes can always bravely follow their own hearts and intuition, and will not be limited by dogma, nor will they be influenced by other people's ideas and thoughts. And I can only write a line of Xing Chi's stupid words in this autumn wind.
I want to miss the past by autumn wind. But when you feel the taste and color of autumn, everything will turn into endless autumn and go with the wind. Perhaps to pursue the fragrance of chrysanthemum, perhaps to pursue the dandelion that is fading and about to disappear.