The years are like falling leaves, falling in the wind, leaving no trace
I still remember that I didn't want to leave that autumn
I remember that one autumn past, I finally lowered my head and turned away.
It's like treating autumn as a leaf, lost in the wind. I knew that the leaf would fall and would fly helplessly in the wind and would turn to mud and dust.
But there was nothing he could do, and he no longer had the courage to look back, so he left the leaf behind him like time.
So I no longer remember what happened after that leaf, just like forgetting the wind and rain that passed through a period of time, forgetting the long life, like a falling leaf falling in the wind, leaving no trace.
I may have forgotten a distant time, and at the other end of the year, like the other side of a river, I saw the back of that autumn.
I saw the vastness of my turn, like the pathos of the fierce wind, smoothing out all things in heaven and earth, just like the wounds that I forcibly covered, sighing in the confusion of those who did not see the ancients before and those who did not come after, sighing and leisurely.
And I still remember that that autumn, I didn't want to leave.
Suzhu 2022 in Mian County
This article is the 47th chapter of Su Zhu's long prose poem "The Tea Fragrance of Life", and the full text consists of 80 chapters. Welcome to the bamboo poetry review column "Bamboo Garden Poetry - Idyllic Years, Poetic Life". Original works, infringement is strictly prohibited.