Revert to one 's origin...

When trees reach a season, they will fall leaves, which is a very normal natural phenomenon. And now I also have the desire to fall leaves. The endless fall of the leaves of the trees is nature's adjustment to itself, for a more lush, lush, and thriving year in the coming year, and whenever I think about it, I feel that the time has come to fall leaves.

And I, there are no leaves to fall. My desire to fall leaves is just an emotion. Because it is an emotion, it should be traceless. However, looking back on the life I have walked, I always feel that I have been hurrying to walk, rushing to catch the car, and hurriedly pursuing the dream that can never be finished.

Spring has arrived, everything has revived, the grass has turned green, the flowers have blossomed, and a few light birdsong have torn through the thick gray winter sky. The world seems to have broken through thousands of barriers overnight, and from the ground, countless young green hands stretched out from the branches of the trees, cheering at the birds in the sky in the gentle spring breeze. Such a landscape should be traceable.

Summer is coming, the world is shining, the leaves are getting darker, the flowers are getting thicker, the frogs are singing and cicadas are bustling, and there is a prosperous and luxuriant look. But maybe you just slept one night, and the next morning, when you woke up, you suddenly found that "thousands of mountains and yellow leaves fly," yes————

Autumn has arrived, the mountains are red, looking around, there is already a killing of the weather back to the face, falling leaves into a shower, the wind is getting tighter, autumn rain is continuous, you should know that winter is not far away. Wind and rain are often made, frost and snow sometimes, spring, summer, autumn and winter are the same years, rolling inexhaustible, a day leaves a step; the sun rises and sets in the east, the moon is full of moon, the sun pours, the order of things rotates, one side of the landscape nurtures the aura of the heavens and the earth, the sky is wide, the people are fighting, although it is born and dies, there is always the indomitable figure of the wise man fixed in the bottom of everyone's heart.

However, all this should be traceable.

Now, it's winter again. The sky was very dark, and I sat at my desk and looked out the window at the sky, and it was already raining in winter, so there were tears.

I often like to compare myself to a plant called a wanderer. In fact, such a metaphor is because of the helplessness of life in the heart. I always feel that I am drifting, and the soul is drifting away from the body, like a cloud that is extremely tired, and the heart is full of the cold and depression of winter. It is also because of the suffering and humiliation endured in the wandering and helplessness, like an experience of the soul.

So, since the moment I met you, I wanted to write you a letter, I wanted to write you a love letter, I thought I could write a deep meaning, I would write my own mentality younger, I wanted to struggle to open myself, open myself in the season that has passed, let you be like a butterfly that is good at picking up, flying wings on my brilliant petals, let you read me, let me the fragrance of life infiltrate you, so that you can't get rid of my breath in your life from now on.

Love is an action, not a manifesto. At this moment, when I have no object of action, only the uneasy and guarded emotions in my heart miss you. Thoughts are innocent and can only eat into one's own soul. Cannibalization, what a warm and terrifying everything. At this time, I am like a silkworm, spitting out silk-like words with my own emotions, wrapping myself tightly, just longing for someone's hands, opening me up at unpredictable times, and releasing my life, when I will be perfect on those hands as anyone's desire.

In this season without silkworms, I disguised myself as a silkworm that was spitting silk. Weaving a kind of perfection in the words that you spit out like silk, making this perfection a regret that cannot be achieved with the body.