Autumn north of the Great Wall is a luxuriant and undulating primeval forest, the cold wind of autumn extends everywhere, from time to time to give the whistle of the car, I wander in the autumn landscape, watch the fallen leaves dance among the dead branches, listen to the rustle of the fallen leaves, then listen to its euphemisms and whispers.
I stopped and stared, and a fallen leaf fell from my eyes, fluttering down, as if the world were so small, so small that I never knew how they came to me. I don't know their minds, listening to their "stop sound", I don't know whether they want to cultivate by hand, I only feel the breath of nature, they can't feel their constant surge.
At that time, I was a child, and I didn't know how to be sad, only that they couldn't cover their dark nights, because they were living well now, because they were living well now. But I still wish there were a fallen leaves that could fall with the wind, in the cool autumn wind, when they were happy, when they had a high-flying dance. I wondered, is that a fallen leaf that can make me forget the sad fallen leaf?
A fallen leaf can accompany us through spring, summer, autumn and winter, the fallen leaves can accompany them to become thicker when they wither in the winter, and the fallen leaves can make people have a harvest season, more like the fallen leaves with the most natural life of the final nostalgia.
I am not so attached to the fallen leaves, I do not see the green of the fallen leaves, only because it knows that I have the same nature as the fallen leaves, have different awe and compassion for it, for its willing fall of the leaves, for the natural fall of its beloved leaves, I think I really should be good, good, good.