Author: Xi Murong
I like to take the train, I like to go south or north slowly one stop at a time, and I like me during the journey.
Just because, in the middle of the journey, I don't belong to the starting point or the end point, I don't belong to anywhere or anyone. At this moment, I just need to belong to myself.
All obligations, responsibilities, disputes or concessions, and all ties in the world are separated at both ends of the track, while I, in the carriage, have nothing to want. At that moment, all I had to do was sit quietly by the window and watch the scenery change outside.
The scenery outside the window is constantly changing, and mountains and valleys stretch through. I see every book is long and thin in those forests. In order to win the sunshine, they grow by all euphemistic methods. Walking through a large paddy field, I saw a lonely tree in the middle of the ridge. Because of loneliness, I can stretch my branches and leaves freely, like a big, thick and round umbrella.
In real life, I know I have to learn tolerance and forbearance, just like those trees in the dense forest. However, on the Yuan Ye of the mind, please let me grow into a tree with broad sunshine.
I also know that before this, I must first learn to be independent. In my deepest heart, I must learn not to seek attachment from anyone!
Unforgettable memory of the author: cold wind
Everyone will have unforgettable memories-an event, a person, even a green leaf.
Unforgettable memories will often emerge and be displayed in your mind. For example, in rainy days, in an elegant and quiet coffee shop, in front of a window full of water droplets, accompanied by soothing music, they will quietly enter your eyes. Watching happy memories is like sipping a cup of old wine, and tasting painful memories is like swallowing a cup of bitter tea. That smell and feeling is like a thread, which touches your heart and goes straight through your heart.
However, some memories are fragile glass, so you should be extra careful and never be careless. Otherwise, there are more and more broken memories, and when they pop out, they become bitter gall of Huanglian, which makes you depressed; Some memories can only be tasted by you. If you have to share it with others, it will not only make the other person unable to find the taste and feeling you expect, but also make people feel sick and even hurt.
In any case, your or others' efforts to erase those unforgettable memories are likely to be in vain. When God created man, he forgot one thing-he didn't set the degaussing function in man's brain. If you have to do that, there is only one way: brain death! So no one should let themselves or others do such stupid things.
I don't remember where I read it. A writer once said that it is easy to forget ordinary people and things, and it can be done in just a few hours. However, it is difficult to forget some people, events and scenes you remember. It may take you a lifetime. Looking back on the bumpy footprints in the past, I feel the same way.
Please don't speak lightly. For the sake of happiness, you will forget those memories that left a deep imprint on your mind. Now, have you really forgotten them? I won't. On rainy days, you might as well walk into a secluded coffee shop. When the soothing piano sound passes through your mind, a wisp of fragrance slowly rises and diffuses. Close your eyes and you will see them, hear them, smell them and touch them again. ...
Can you believe it? You try.
The sound of leaves falling: Xiao Mei
Today, I heard the sound of leaves falling.
I used to feel that the leaves were silent. Under the flapping of cold wings in winter, yellow autumn leaves are flying in the air and drifting helplessly with the wind. How helpless they are. They often leave branches under the curtain of night, silent and full of sadness.
However, today, in the whistling north wind, I heard a sound like sudden rain. I was surprised when I approached the window. I saw yellow leaves flying in the bright sunshine, like butterflies in droves. The wings of butterflies are flying in the air. It's like the sound of a rainstorm, and that's how it is formed. At the moment of leaving the tree, the sparks of natural creatures and life are so gorgeous! It's amazing!
Because of the youth and glory, at the last moment when life is coming to an end, what is left to the world is not desolation or sadness. What I see more is: attachment and nostalgia for the stage when I say goodbye. After a soldier completes his mission, he will return to his calmness and generosity before silence.
Fallen leaves are not heartless things. At the moment when I fell into the embrace of the earth, I didn't hear sadness, but I heard such a hearty and firm laugh. Not for anything else, just to leave the world a beautiful back and more people's expectations for a beautiful spring in the coming year.
Wandering in the path full of red leaves and yellow leaves, the cold of winter is coming slowly. At the end of autumn, listen to the passionate autumn sound of fallen leaves. Time is an ancient river, and colorful leaves are the notes dancing on this river. Autumn sounds everywhere, a beautiful day in life quietly passed, leaving this cold and faint autumn scenery in my heart.
The path is faint, few idle people pass by, only fallen leaves rustle under their feet. This is the sound of exotic autumn. I talk to Autumn with silence, listening to Autumn's song-who is singing in a low voice at the end of Qiu Ge, singing the vastness and tranquility of Autumn?
When the autumn leaves fall and everything is possible or impossible, I am here quietly listening to the autumn sound. The skirt is covered with the fragrance of autumn, and the prediction of autumn is lightly turned into a winter chrysanthemum with a smile on the temples, and the declaration of autumn is slowly and calmly integrated into life.
Although, whenever the autumn wind is bleak, there will always be a trace of melancholy and sadness in my heart. However, at this moment, in the passionate singing of fallen leaves and high-pitched singing, what I hear is clearly the deep affection for trees and the infinite desire for rebirth.
Stepping on the dead leaves and the afterglow of the sunset, the cool evening breeze is refreshing: although autumn withered the green leaves, it also brushed the spreading maple leaves. Generous and solid gold makes people full of desire and excitement to fly.