Leaf fallen chapters
Wen Shu Ren Jing
One
The frog rain became more and more intense, waking up a short autumn nap, standing in front of the carved wooden lattice window, watching the sycamore leaves drifting leisurely with the wind, and the migratory birds set off from the riverbed, flashed past the window, and went to the place I could never reach.
I stomped on the thick fallen leaves, and the field suddenly became a golden picture of Monet's pen, so gorgeous and charming. In the 19th century English countryside, Jane Eyre stepped on the autumn leaves all the way to the longed-for Sanfidel Manor, and she walked with pilgrimage-like love, excited and anxious... When reading famous works, it is the age when the love sinus first opened, the mind is full of fantasy, and countless times I imagine that on the road of future life, I can also encounter some twists and turns and bizarre stories. But I didn't know that I would be so sad and lonely in the face of falling leaves now.
Autumn in my eyes, there is a queen-like majesty, she is condescending, looking down, suddenly people turn on their horses, and the leaves fall sadly. Gazing at the golden leaves, it was as if the relatives who had left me missed deeply but would never meet.
The earth is vast. I stood myself as a tall pine tree, as the only watchman of autumn, waiting for the spring and waiting for the return of my loved ones. The harsh winter even tried to change the cry of "winter has arrived, spring will be far away", and covered the mountains with thick snow. My stubbornness came up, silent, and one stop was a thousand years.
Two
My grandfather died during a season of falling leaves.
Grandfather was already lying on the hay symbolizing return, his dry eyes looking out the window at the poplar trees, the sparse leaves of which fluttered in the wind and rain. The grandfather pointed fixedly outside the door with his bulging fingers, and the father understood that he was expecting the return of the other children. The father knelt in front of his grandfather's knees, carrying a bowl of white sugar water, trying to moisturize his grandfather's dry thoughts. I saw my grandfather's hand reaching into the air fall without a single weight, and the last drop of cloudy old tears oozed from his eyes. In the mournful cries of his loved ones, my grandfather was like a leaf slowly falling from the branch.
A wave of pain struck, and I couldn't help but lean down, trying to pick up the fallen leaf, like holding a light life.
Before, I only had the word "Spring and Autumn" embedded in my impression, and I had never explored what would be in the door at the end of my life.
However, the sound of the last blade falling, there was a loud bang, smashing my tears fiercely. In the moonlight, I use my nostalgia to pave a gentle river, flowing in a direction that is not very clear, and I can't tell who the song of sorrow is singing softly for.
At the bedside, surrounded by many relatives, the unwilling gaze could not save the departure of autumn leaves. Dear Dongzi gently moved her thin head into the crook of my arm, and then the moans of pain suddenly stopped, and the expression of peace and tranquility on her face froze, as if the boat had finally docked back in the harbor. At that moment, I suddenly heard the sound of life collapsing and soul disintegrating in the ward, and the last falling leaves drifted to the unpredictable underworld.
Suddenly, the pain of the bone overwhelmed...
Three
Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and autumn is destined to be accompanied by loneliness and white hair. Li Bai sighed, with a strong sense of Xiao Killing, through the thousand years of time, under the fine sunlight of Tang Shi, he looked at himself and pity himself: "I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror." Yuan Zicai also said: "Beauty has been like a famous general since ancient times, and it is forbidden to see white heads in the world." The beauty of its realm lies in the word "not allowed", but despite this, after all, it is impossible to escape the painting of the master of the art of time. "How many green lotuses rely on each other, and look back at the west wind for a while." Is it blindly sad and sad?
Falling leaves drift from the branches to zero, like the life of the dying wood to the end, this is the arrangement of the Creator, it is the process of nature, it is the objective law of life, and there is no force that can be reversed. Don't sigh a leaf falling and know the autumn of the world, jun does not see "falling red is not a merciless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." The poet Guo Xiaochuan sang in the "Autumn Song": "Autumn, please drink off the sound of the wind, I have sung the song, less than half of it!" Like the drum beat of the march, "Bang Bang" sounded, boiling my stagnant blood and inspiring my unyielding fighting spirit.
From birth to death, from death to life, Autumn Leaves has completed the mission of nourishing the mother and surpassing the self. So extraordinary calmness and open-mindedness, so real ordinariness, there is no need to sing praises, just an autumn rain and a wind, autumn leaves can flutter and fall in the wind and rain. This is the prelude to the slow opening of the autumn of nature, and the whirlwind of life has become the most moving one-act play.
I wandered on the path paved with thick fallen leaves, in the background of the vast world, all the way down, walking myself into a golden autumn leaf, hanging on the branches, embedded in the landscape of the wilderness and late autumn, and sharing the indifference and tranquility of life with everything on the earth.
Author's resume: Ren Jing, female, member of Shaanxi Writers Association, member of Shaanxi Youth Literature Association. He is the author of the essay collection "Sleep with Your Name", "Want a Mountain", the novel "Floating Life", "Quenching", the novella "Jin Feng's True Life Year", "The Ballad of Yunshui", "No One", and published more than 3 million words of prose, short stories, and poems. His works have appeared in Newspapers and Periodicals such as Literature and Art Daily, China Youth Daily, China Supervision, China Environment News, Procuratorial Storm, Yanhe, Foshan Literature and Art, Changchun, Yan'an Literature and Other Newspapers and Periodicals.