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Prose: Autumn memories, not all middle-aged sentimentality

Prose: Autumn memories, not all middle-aged sentimentality

Author: Zi Mo

After middle age, I am happy for the seasons, deeply love for life, quiet products for life, and slowly cultivate the future. It's nice to be so light and dark. If you live up to the years, then everything you see is gentleness and sunshine, and everything you can see is warmth and kindness.

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I think that in this world, there is a valuable power, the most promise-keeping, the most understanding of the rules, is the four seasons, spring, summer, autumn and winter, no matter which season, will come as scheduled, intimate greetings, never miss the appointment.

This season, it is autumn again, the light time, the quiet scenery, are very beautiful.

Walking slowly, the autumn light sprinkled tenderly, the flowers and trees dropped the figure on the ink note, the falling seal of life on the leaf seal, and the ink printed out the eyebrows and red lips, covering the vicissitudes of the years.

I cling to the small window of time, looking at the depths of autumn, the flowers blooming and falling, watching the transformation of the years, looking at the traces left by the years, the world is quiet.

It is time for the leaves to fall, the leaves fall and the wind rises, the wind is good, the wind blows a pool of autumn water, and the fallen leaves ripple layer by layer.

The wind was faint, tugging at the heartstrings, and the dew dripped down, a light sound, a cool sound, a heavy sound, and an old sound.

Silent, I just walked on the earth with my eyebrows down, occasionally looking up to see the progress of the years, and sketching out every festival worth celebrating on the calendar.

Occasionally, I will sit quietly in the corner of time and meditate, thinking about life, who is not a left-handed poetry, a right-handed firework, a surprise, a regret, half a thin cool, half a joy?

Prose: Autumn memories, not all middle-aged sentimentality

Think about life, if life is a trip, then whether it is prosperous or lonely, it is a landscape, everything you encounter and see, is the best arrangement, when you walk by, what is left behind is a passing smoke cloud, what belongs to you at this moment is the mood of looking at the scenery.

Looking back in middle age, what often makes me sigh is that time has carved memories, and years have remembered the past.

Those warm memories fall either between the eyebrows or on the heart. Those shallow stories have amazed the time and tendered the years.

In September, cloaked in autumn, moored on the shore of the autumn water, with the state of mind of the shore, watching the autumn leaves dye the Xuan window, decorating the mood, listening to the rain hit the plantain, ticking like sorrow, listening to the autumn rain knocking down the petals, the sound of whispering, dust returning to dust, soil returning to the soil, everything is in circulation, everything is looking for a way back and hometown, the clouds return to the valley, the moon into the Mid-Autumn Festival, clear lovesickness and nostalgia.

Autumn, there are always sorrows and joys to accompany each other, the wind sends autumn leaves, bringing sorrow and resentment, in the place where the autumn color has passed, adding the emotions of many passers-by, some people look up at the blue sky and white clouds, some people rejoice in the falling leaves, some people walk without regret, some people stop and linger on what...

Each person has the same posture, but there are also similarities, each of us is a passerby, every stop and stop has a reason, every time you set off to go there are also their own expectations, a good time can be expected in the future, life is on the road, everyone is day and night, no matter what the road encounters, where we go, but please remember, do not lose yourself.

Life, half is a memory, half is a continuation.

Prose: Autumn memories, not all middle-aged sentimentality

Someone said: "The warmth in those memories is the motivation to continue living." ”

Yes, life without memories is mutilated, you are less weighty and heavy.

Roland said: "The process of life is destined to be from agitation to tranquility, from brilliance to plainness." All emotional agitation will eventually pass, and all color noise will eventually fade. ”

When life goes from simple to complicated, and then from complicated to simple, you know that the process of withering is to go through all the red dust and understand the convergence and low-key after the world is hot and cold.

Just like every autumn life, quietly put away impetuousness, and then devout to the heart, between movement and stillness, there is faith in life, and there is also the conversion of the soul.

The years are fragrant, the autumn water rhymes long, and if the floating world is not disturbed, the grace and resentment will not exist, and the disturbances will not be swept away.

However, life is a gorgeous bubble after all, time is like dew and electricity, life and death are fleeting, what belongs to you, what does not belong to you, is often remembered, and is often forgotten, after all, it cannot withstand the devastation of time.

I remember Lin Qingxuan said: "Let us be a quiet person in an uneasy world, with a normal heart, with a soft heart to remove obstacles, not to argue, not to be sad or happy, to let go of a thought, to be at ease, everything is the best arrangement." ” ​​​

Life is like this, half expectation, half surprise, the expectation of expecting to wear autumn water, and there are also unexpected surprises.

Gently hold the years, hold the hand of time, in the autumn colors, dance with time, and sing with the years.

Prose: Autumn memories, not all middle-aged sentimentality

Or, under the autumn light, warm a cup of tea, warm a book, listen to the whispers of flowers and leaves in the autumn wind, the sound of autumn insects whispering, and concentrate on "the lotus wind sends aroma, and the bamboo dew drops are clear." The verse seemed to smell the lotus incense and see the dew rolling down.

A wisp of wind and a bird song in your ears will make people can't help but imagine. Fascinated by autumn, obsessed with autumn, such you are feeling life with your heart, when the light slips away from your fingertips, you have lived into a person with a rich heart.

It is said that a lifetime is not long, and we must use this limited time and energy to spend on people and things that are worthwhile.

Everyone knows that the biggest failure of a person's life is to be entangled with useless things for too long and compete with people who are not worth it.

After middle age, I gradually understand that I am simple and quiet, facing, living a shallow smile, in the crowd, far from right and wrong, close to the joyful people; when alone, plant bamboo chrysanthemums in half an acre of flower fields, cultivate with heart, and eventually gain something.

Middle-aged acquaintances can join a simple and clean small circle, find two or three confidants, promote knee-length conversation, and slow down, and be honest with each other and get along gently with interesting life.

Perhaps, the beauty of life is not in the smooth journey, but in the fact that even if it is full of wind and rain, we still smile and hurry.

Prose: Autumn memories, not all middle-aged sentimentality

The beauty of life is to plant a seed of hope in the heart, accept the sun, accept the rain and dew, and when the branches are luxuriant, they will surely blossom into different flowers and fragrant flowers.

Middle-aged time, after half a lifetime, only to know that true wisdom does not make people not eat human fireworks, nor does it make people think deeply, but only to let you understand that human fireworks are the most soothing, but also let you taste the taste of fireworks and enjoy human life.

The ups and downs of life, we have also experienced the wind and frost in life, rain and snow, standing in the autumn of middle age and looking back, still have to thank life, thank you for the original heart of their own.

Therefore, for the rest of your life, may you and I walk through thousands of mountains and rivers, and all that you encounter is great love, all warmth, and all beauty! Everywhere you go, there are landscapes, and everywhere you see, everywhere is beautiful.

Prose: Autumn memories, not all middle-aged sentimentality

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