Text/Autumn Madness
The spring breeze came, dialing towards the sun canopy, blowing through the dawn, and whispering.
Early in the morning, the morning sun showed a smiling face, and the petals bloomed brightly. They are a little shy, helping xintian wash and dress up.
Home to the campus, this is not a long road. The ground is sprinkled with fallen leaves, like a golden carpet that is spreading, and you will be greeted.
The wind is light, the trees are strong, the leaves are falling, and last night was goodbye. Like a dream instead of a dream, the movement and stillness are appropriate; the desire is not between words, fresh and fragrant, natural fragrance!
The departure of the leaves, is the tree that pulls together in the morning light, and temporarily chooses to give up? Or is it not in the middle of the indifference, the wind is "dreaming" and "false sleep" in time?
I do not know! Or, when it comes to saying, "Only understand, not speak"!
When I came, I saw them covered in morning light, clean and with young faces, and I saw them stretching their feet out of their school bags and striding forward.
They should also be looking at me, looking at everything in front of me.
A pair of eyes, a back, a pair of footprints, an early morning. So simple, so ordinary, so dazzling, so alive!
Fast or slow, they walk through the road, through my side; also through the warmth of spring, bringing a faint fragrance...
Seasonal day and night, there is yin and yang in QueMo; when it comes, a pair, the way back becomes a single;
You come and go, come and go, walk with the wind, and be at peace with your heart;
The wind and the sun are beautiful, the mountains and rivers are warm, and the grass and trees on earth are full of life!