【Yellow leaves fall to know the autumn language, goose white floating through the cold of the world】
Text: Su Yuanyan
Autumn Language
In the long river of memory, I occasionally picked up an autumn leaf, although the leaf veins bore traces of decay, but it is still a leaf, and it will not change its name because of the change of nature.
There are many fallen leaves, the style is not single, complete, broken, dusty... Together with the earth that carries the whole autumn, it also exists in the flowing river.
Tread through the path paved with dead leaves, stand in the clearing in the forest, and look up. Surrounded by bare branches and occasional birds, the sun lost its luster and dimmed.
I wandered through my own autumn forest, admiring the music under my feet, the scattered "clicking" sounds, and suddenly feeling pity, so cruelly pressing over their bodies, causing crushing and irreparable trauma.
The big tree has life, and the leaves may also have their own life cycle, and they are dependent on the nourishment and water of the big tree before they die. When the autumn wind strikes, life comes to an end, becomes part of the earth, and uses his body after death to make offerings to show his return, the tree that once nurtured it.
Thinking like this, I suddenly became sad.
Suddenly there was a heavy fog in the forest, and a cold wind was blowing toward me, and I wrapped my thick coat tightly and walked toward the wind, and the dead leaves rushing under my feet seemed to prevent me from going deep into the winter forest.
Winter Forest
The dust and sand lost my eyes, the dead leaves were attached to my face, and a leaf was obstructed on my body at this moment, which was vividly reflected, in the flying sand and stones, where did I come?
This unusual cold air, I plucked away the yellow leaves in front of me. White, the harsh white that catches the eye, the whole world has fallen into a vertiginous gray-white style.
Bowing his head, the solid ground under his feet, and the dead yellow leaves, were all replaced by large swaths of white snow, completely devoid of lifeless color.
I stepped through the snow, which was thick but also soft, and I turned around, and the string of light footprints behind me disappeared visible to the naked eye, as if I had never walked that road.
The snow on the branches suddenly fell off in large pieces, and I tried to pick up the small snowflakes that I brought, but without success, without receiving them, they disappeared in the air.
Immediately, the snow forest returned to its pre-snow appearance, and all of them had faded their thick white clothes, revealing their original gray-brown color.
The woods are changing all the time.
In the distance, white mist fell from the sky, as fast as an avalanche, and I stood still without knowing how to retreat, blinking and being swallowed up by the white fog.
Snowing?
Crystal snowflakes, blooming in the mist, obviously no wind, snowflakes as if weightless, floating in the air, like butterflies dancing, in a short while like goose feathers, large pieces of falling, hanging in the treetops, attached to the earth, but also from my cheeks, cold, leaving water marks on my face, evaporating again.
I exhaled a breath of turbidity, and before I could see the condensed white mist, it disappeared into the air.
Is it a dream? In a trance, the snow fell heavier and heavier, and eventually, I lay in the woods, buried by the thick snow.
Wake up from a dream
It was a dream that I didn't want to wake up, but it was a dream that would eventually wake up, and the window was foggy, and the winter afternoon without sunlight was even more empty than I thought, and I looked at the open space without vegetation, and my heart suddenly became empty.
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