"The Breath of Falling Leaves" | text: Huang Chuanhua
"Falling leaves sing, drifting leaves"
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Did the emerald green leaves lose their delicate faces under the wind and rain? Have you ever been crushed into mud? I hope not.
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Drenched in a light rain, blowing a faint cool wind, the heart was suddenly smeared with a shallow sadness, and the sky was also a faint, aqua gray sadness, which filled the air. How to linger.
Perhaps, autumn is destined to be depressed and lonely, if there is no autumn, the world will be a little less sad! "Blue clouds, yellow flowers, tight west wind, north geese flying south."
Wang Shifu created such a situation, which greatly set off the desolation of the owner's heart, and the fragment of Changting's farewell became a classic. If people do not have an understanding of the efficacy of autumn and do not have deep resonance, then the classics will lose their basis, "since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely", autumn can always trigger inexplicable sadness and quiet reverie.
Alas, I smelled the fallen leaves. It was the sound of life falling, and it crossed the arc of life quietly, softly, silently waving its small hands in the middle of the day, which was a grand final performance. Falling leaves sing and fall. The earth is warm, receiving the return of the fallen leaves.
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The wanderer in the prison, he had a pair of contemplative and silent eyes, those were autumn eyes, he was just the wisp of cooking smoke that had gone away! He walked in the midst of the fallen leaves, and the autumn wind mercilessly drew a vicissitude on his face, and he stretched out his hand, and a fallen leaf was in the palm of his hand, following the clear vein of the leaf with his fingertips. Crossing over, he said to himself, "The fallen leaves return to the roots." ”
The leaf broke free from his palm with a gust of wind, swirled in mid-air for a while, and fell quietly to the ground, the distant sky still calm and distant.
However, autumn is not completely killed, the fall of leaves is only a broken chapter of the season, and the life of autumn has long been deeply imprinted in the rings of the years. How vast the heavens and the earth are, how wide the heart is. At this time, it seemed that there was only oneself left in the heavens and the earth. Autumn is soothing and peaceful. For the restless, she washes away your glitz, washes away the earthly distractions of your soul; to the frustrated, she shows you the fruits of her harvest, depression everywhere but hope everywhere. She faded the colorful colors while quietly brewing a more vibrant spring.
Pick up the book, after flipping through a few pages, suddenly a yellowed leaf fell out, the smell of fallen leaves lingered around, it turned out, I experienced an intoxicating autumn again!
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Pen name: Huang Chuanhua, likes prose poetry collections, especially likes to describe natural landscapes. I feel that the words are used appropriately to reflect the most essential requirements of the things written.
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