Sad breeze
Text/Wu Jisheng
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The moment the leaves fell, Qingfeng had a casual glance back, without the slightest expression, only a drop of mu ne's tears, as if he wanted to blow away the last grain of dust on the fallen leaves...
I don't know when, the rather unsatisfactory heat quietly withdrew from people's tactile world, unconsciously found that the jump of knowledge was also slowly passing, he walked under the shadow of this tree that seemed to be older than him, bowed his head, as if he was seriously kicking the green leaf that he could not reach with the new sneakers on his feet, and the water droplets on the fallen leaves did not know where they came from. Twenty spring and autumn have been quietly lost in the invisible vacuum world, and a new vision appears in mid-air, real and distant.
Standing at this intersection that countless people want to come to, he seems to have a kind of indifference, but that empty look tells him that he can't hide everything from his truest heart, which intersection to go to? And then which one to go to? Is there an end to the road? A few days ago, he was still full of ambition, and he was now overwhelmed, and he thought that he had achieved his former pursuit, but he never expected it...
Listening to the sound in his ears, he seemed to be back to the scorching heat of the week three years ago, but he also knew that the hot blood had long since cooled, and the lead was not washed, which added to the poignancy. Perhaps there was still hope, he looked at the dead vine of the old tree that was soaked in the night, and slowly found that there was a touch of tender green behind it that was not easy to be noticed, and his thoughts seemed to have a ripple, the past? today!
This moment of stay at the intersection is better than the watch of twenty spring and autumn, in the stay, if you think about it, you really have your thoughts, but now the days are really not able to set off any ripples, the heart is drunk, how can people be sober, the backwater-like wood is slightly indifferent, maybe the heart has bodhi, thinking of Dharma, after so many times of severe frost and coolness, suddenly looking back, I found that everything is in the underworld, any mortal power is difficult to change, the number of days is difficult to violate, but the human heart can be encouraged, even if it is impossible to change the glitz in front of you, But it can soothe the tranquility deep in the bone marrow. In the clear moonlight, the dead wood that has no life in the spring is projected on the gray and white low wall, leaving only the fragments of mottled, while those who really understand it read endless loneliness, sorrow and deep helplessness. This time he did not stop to talk to him, because he had no time, no energy, a cool breath from the deepest part of a corner had sealed most of his youth, and under the seemingly bright appearance was a dying soul, the spirit was no longer, the empty shell would shrink at an unimaginable speed, this was a fact that no one could change, so this was the last opportunity given to him by God...
Walking again in the shadow of the big tree that was older than him, with his head bowed, the dark yellow leaves in the green fell in front of his new pair of sneakers, only this time, he gently picked it up and carefully clipped it into the small notebook with the dense notes, which was a testimony of his encounter with this sad breeze.
With a smooth beating heart quietly walked into this place that carried the most gorgeous chapter of his youth, the inhuman is, smelling the warmth and passion of the past, completely ignoring the sad autumn wind outside the window, holding his head high, where he will get a new life...
【About the author】Wu Jisheng, a native of Liaocheng, Shandong. Middle School Chinese teacher at Shuicheng Huide School in Liaocheng City. In his spare time, he likes to play with flowers and plants and read literature and history books. Under the appearance of "tenderness" there is a "dying" heart. Live happily according to your true disposition, life is precious in the chest, and that's it.