The autumn rain last night wetted my eyes. I watched people coming and going quietly, the leaves were green and the leaves were red, and my tireless heart wandered in the forest of red maples. In the past life, for the reunion in this life, I didn’t want to cross the Naihe Bridge or drink Meng Po soup. It turned into a drop of clear dew, hanging among the maple leaves, soaking the maple leaves, accompanying it to be lonely and burning. Let the flames of each tree turn into a guzheng, and let my three thousand black hairs become the strings. In such a silent dawn, I will play a song for you softly. The red maple is the beating flame in the dark night. Black hair is a mark of the past life, and you are an unforgettable part of this life. Only you can understand the sound of the kite, because I was not drunk last night. It was the splendor of the tree that woke me up from a dream that had been sleeping for thousands of years. When I woke up from the dream, I still couldn't grasp the waiting love and couldn't see that moment clearly. of love.
In such a gorgeous background, if you had never come, all the prosperity, the beating flames, and the staring eyes would only remain empty and lonely. Don't ask about the past life, don't ask about the next life, think too much, just get drunk in the quiet dawn, use your constant attention and tacit understanding to heal the vicissitudes of my life, wipe away my sorrow in the dark night, and let me feel the quiet beauty of a maple leaf. With delicacy, the crystal clearness and purity of a drop of dew, the tenderness and longing of a wisp of breeze... I think about it, floating in the blazing maple forest like this, looking forward to the sound of your horse's hooves breaking the coldness of dawn, I and I The maple leaves are burning together, and the red lovesickness is scattered all over the ground. Pieces are scattered in your luggage, and they are strung together to form a life without regrets.
How intoxicated, how obsessed, are you flying or perching in the frost forest in late autumn? Can you hear the distant and pure sound of the kite, can you see the trees full of flames, and the burning talk? I hold the tears lost in my previous life and the clear dew that transformed in this life, and wash away the dust of your years and the fatigue of your past and vicissitudes in this life. Are you tired? No matter when, I will wait quietly in the frost forest at dawn. This is your eternal station. Facing the mountains and flowing water, the thick soil and the yellow sky, I will remember the beauty of life and meet for a thousand years.
I don’t know who is singing a cappella: In this chaotic world, except for you, all prosperity is the background. This scene needs to be performed with life. It is rare to have such an agreement with dedication. This relationship is only meaningful to you and me. . In the hazy frost forest at dawn, if you never remember, if I have never been here, there will only be prosperity like smoke and a dream like a butterfly, falling gently into the background and outside the world of mortals. And I stubbornly used a classical feeling, playing the kite and singing lowly, lingering on the thick autumn wind and fog, and turning the maple leaves red at dawn. But, just, the maple forest, burdened with lovesickness, was getting thinner day by day, and I was thinner than the maple forest.
At dawn, the fog is thick and the frost is heavy. The entire maple forest was so bright red that it was almost transparent. In the drunken past life and this life, I search and search, I only wish to be the reddest maple leaf on the branch, igniting the fire of your life and illuminating the road of reincarnation for thousands of years
"Accompanying the empty city , should be the idle bell. Just like the falling leaves are to the autumn; the dust is to the time; the flowing water is to the reverse journey by the stream. That moment is not for meeting, but for the joy of not missing it, so I am not afraid of it. Talk about separation, regardless of whether this separation is actually far away in the end of the world. Because there is no deadline in my heart, I am not afraid to wait; because of this waiting, many seasons of flowering have withered, so I comb my white hair and the years are gone. Falling to the ground rustlingly, the colors of mountains and water are twisted into a picturesque landscape at the end of the eye. In a trance, the mountain is me and the water is you..."
"The person waiting for me, But I have no dreams to give you. My body is like an autumn leaf; my heart is filled with flowing clouds and flowing water. How can I be the person in the dream of a spring lady?”
——Excerpted from Jian Yu’s “A Quiet Bell”< /p>
One
The sun spreads out into a road. In the golden radiation field, the sky is high, the clouds are clear, and the wind is light. Shadows appear and disappear, walking wantonly, in a trance.
This is a day when the autumn breeze cools the mood. The leaves in front of the house seemed to turn yellow overnight, strongly stimulating the eyes and emotions as they walked in and out. And occasionally you see a few pieces dancing and falling in the air, giving people a strong sense of desolation.
Two
Red whiskers fill the sky, and catkins float like snow every year. The wind and dust of life blow back and forth tirelessly. The hour hand walks calmly and goes away alone. For a while, the weather has been extremely hot and muggy, making people feel like the long southern summer. Little did I know that the cold atmosphere was permeating the northern country at this time. When the cold wind comes again, the wilderness in the north must have gradually become desolate. And the purple sand is soaked in green Xiang Fei's tears, and she reads "Li Sao" in the sound. Living in seclusion in the city, immersed in books and texts all day long, I seem to have forgotten the changes and invasions of the seasons. When I first looked up, I saw a strong autumn wind that made a faint sound on the floor-to-ceiling window lattice, and felt like a slight chill on my body.