Wang Jing's prose: Beautiful as autumn

It has not rained for a long time, and the autumn in my memory is always drizzling, rain, wet with cinnamon, and the leaves of the world slowly change color and then wither. The fallen leaves in the rain have lost their lives and are gradually rising from sorrow. The new leaf of rebirth may be cute, it may be ugly, the future, is given by the Creator, the next reincarnation, can only look forward to the good, powerless to demand that the beauty of the future coincide with the beauty of the past. Waking up at night, hearing the sound of rain, often feeling relieved, running wildly in dreams, speculating about everything that may and may not happen, so tired. The sound of rain can soothe the mood, only a little while, and then go to sleep, the dream is gone, in their own world, only the sound of rain, ticking, the cat under the eaves, wet fur. In the early morning after the rain, the air is exceptionally fresh, breathing moist air, the blood is much stronger, and the water moisturizes the woman made of water. The fog has not dissipated, into the woods, the spider web on the pine cedar nets the raindrops, lightly touch the crystal clear raindrops, it silently slipped down, how much beauty in this world is silently leaving? "The end of the sky, the corner of the sea, the knowledge of the half-scattered." Life is rare to be together, only to be separated. The sentence written by Li Shutong is suitable for autumn, suitable for one morning in the autumn after the rain, and analyzing the sentimentality in it. Today's frost falls, the book says: Frost falls as the last festival of autumn, at this time the grass and trees are withered, all things are destroyed, it is easy to make people mentally scattered, depressed. At this time, do not be alone often, actively go out of the house on weekends, go to the park or other places with good scenery with friends, take advantage of the fresh air on a sunny day, take a walk together, and chat a few words, which will help soothe the depressed mood. I like to be alone, when I am alone, some voices in nature listen more carefully and more attentively, and the sound of the door of the heart is often begged for and inadvertently crossed; the smell of some plants, smelling more thoroughly, breathing deeply into the taste of plants, is a kind of aromatherapy, which can drive away inner distractions and evil, and slowly awaken the innocence and goodwill of human nature. Walking slowly, the cinnamon fragrance is thick and light, the cinnamon belongs to the ordinary people's homes, year after year, the flowers and fragrances never feel greasy, and what wins the hearts of the people is often the simple quality of all things, living unpretentiously, for a long time, happiness overflows, and the autumn wind sweeps away.