Author: Zi Mo
Outside the window, it is already a different scenery, perhaps because the autumn wind is too cool, the autumn rain is too lingering, and the clouds are too beautiful.
This is autumn, the trees are all autumn colors, and the mountains are only sunset. Whether it is looking at the clouds, listening to the rain, smelling incense, facing the wind, it can always be in the quiet beauty, deriving the same thoughts as before, and always growing a fine and dense feeling in the heart.
Time, perched between alienation, drifts away between thoughts and non-thoughts, and when it is realized, another season has drifted away. The season is running on the road again, and our hearts, all the time on the road, keep half bright and half sad.
Like Len. manage. The sentence in Thomas's "Countryside": "Talk about the street, there are too few houses,
There is only one trail
From the only hotel to the only shop,
No more progress, disappear at the top of the mountain,
The mountain is also not high, eroding it
It is the green wave accumulated over the years,
The grass keeps growing and getting closer and closer
This is the last stronghold of the past time. ”
I think these small words are the music of nature's life, soaking in the embrace of nature, the wind plucking the strings, you can hear the call of the heart.
In the early autumn afternoon, the light rain is slightly cool, a little lonely.
Since there is nothing to do, it is better to listen to the sound of a flower falling and feel the mood of the falling flower; since there is nothing to do, it is better to study ink with your heart, write autumn meaning, lyrical heart, and write the mood into a page of immortal affection.
By the window, lightly grasp a window of autumn breeze, sit down and hold a light of qing coffee leisurely, in the autumn afternoon, enjoy your own small joy alone, is also a kind of comfort, this feeling, soft, is this the most beautiful time?
The vines are still green, insisting on climbing, sitting in front of the window of the season, under the cover of the autumn light rain, taking a lamp of autumn water, carrying a touch of autumn color, studying a drop of autumn love light ink, and the autumn intention in the heart gradually spread into the fly head of the heart.
At this moment, the world is quiet, autumn is clear and bright, and life is also free of distractions, there is no illusion of the moon in the mirror, and the thoughts are gradually settled. Listen to an autumn whisper, let the beautiful melody feather light, rhythm into a charming movement.
In such a time, dancing with the incense of the soul and the fallen leaves, in the face of emotion, allowing you not to talk to each other, but also allowing you to be ecstatic.
Sip a sip of coffee, bury yourself deep in the season, when the affection of the years melts into a touch of wind and moon, when the autumn rhyme gently knocks on the window of the heart, the full of flowing emotions, like a piano, lightly press the black and white keys, and play the notes of autumn thought.
The sound of music, sometimes quiet, like the autumn leaves flying in the sky in autumn, sometimes cheerful, like the bright and bright distant mountain maple forest, sometimes intermittent, like a petal of the years, in the silent time, crushed into a drop of rouge tears in the world.
The music is warm and the coffee is fragrant. At this moment, do you have something called memory, just like this cup of bitter coffee, slowly tasting, there will also be a fragrance, very suitable for staying in the heart in the autumn afternoon, listening to a Norwegian forest, silent aftertaste.
This season, it seems that everything around you has the function of healing and soothing, can comfort a heart, can make the heart soothe, gently touch the faint music, each note emitted, can make the soft thoughts, into the gentle and beautiful melody, into the cool autumn heart like water state of mind.
It's just that kind of emotion, with the characteristics of the season, I want to say goodbye. But it was a cool autumn. The autumn colors here cannot be said, intertwined in the background of life, and seem to be a trace of bitterness wandering in time.
A trace of bitterness, gently skimming between the eyebrows, seeing clearly is a cool landscape, with the helplessness of drifting; a trace of bitterness, floating through the falling flower path, this is a kind of elegant walking, the exhaustion of trekking thousands of miles; a trace of bitterness, hidden in the light and shadow of the flickering light and darkness, this is a taste after the dim mind, can only be unforgettable, but others can not touch.
In fact, any complex that arises in life comes from the authenticity of the heart, if there is no such true emotional charm, then the emotion has no foundation, let alone show unlimited reverie.
Sometimes, the mood of writing will always be disturbed by the autumn wind, and it will be disconnected by the blankness of the heart, and the pulse of the emotion will be separated from the paper and float out of the thousands of miles.
And every word passing by the heart is warm, just like falling leaves and petals, all of which are lyrical and silently chanting the sorrows and joys of life.
In the light and shadow of the flowing years, the poems with temperature are written, not dyed with the wind and the moon, and the affection thrown into the water by the autumn wind ripples out a circle of ink marks. This is the language of autumn, a kind of loneliness, but also a kind of loneliness, drunk, stringed into notes, let the vibrato of the heart dance softly in the years.
Life, always ups and downs, stumbling, but also rich in beauty, combing the direction of the heart, not calm as water, a pot of autumn color, occasionally there are times when the mood is estranged, only because the mood is too heavy, the color is too deep, always want to sink themselves into a cup of coffee time, precipitation, baptism, in the confusion to experience the beauty of depth.
Then, the pale heart, which has no scenery, will suddenly yearn for a strong color, such as the time of a cup of coffee in the afternoon. After several repeated tastings, there is always a place where the mind can settle, that is, the elegance of autumn, the leisure of autumn, the quiet beauty and shyness of autumn leaves.
Come to think of it, this is a pursuit of happiness, hidden in the emotions of autumn.
Come to think of it, autumn is the most charming, the taste of Na Xiang is deep and the feeling of happiness in the depths of the heart. To read the atmosphere of autumn, the ethereal, the realm of momentary psychedelic and imaginary, stained with autumn rain, wet, and flooded my state of mind.
I can't help but ask, for whom is autumn elegant and fragrant? A period of coffee mood soaked in autumn light made me slowly reminisce in my intoxication.
Yu Pingbo's "The Park of Winter Nights": "The crows are sleeping; the garden is silent."
Only one suddenly woke up,
This branch flies to that branch,
Why didn't you scream so hard?
Listen to it as if to say,
"Return! Return! ”
In the world, we are all hurried visitors in the world, have seen the spring and autumn fruits, walked through the years quietly, and felt the cold and warm of the world. In the light flow of years, recalling the old days that have gone far in time, although they have turned yellow and faded in life. However, you can still feel their presence, as if it is also a feeling of happiness.
Yes! It's time to come back. You see, the fallen leaves are all returning to the roots. "A pot of warm and turbid wine, drinking the wind and moon and half of autumn." In this afternoon, it is also a kind of happiness to enjoy the affectionate interpretation of a leaf flying flower dance.
It is such a delicate and charming landscape, in some corner of life, in the autumn breeze, in a cup of coffee, will be poetic and beautiful, or, suddenly jumping out of memory a beautiful story to reunite with you, with your ears grinding. Like a vine entangled in life, it snakes out an unspeakable emotion.
Under the eyes, at the bottom of the heart, drunk and faint, in the open silence of a wan'er, in a posture low to dust. Close your eyes, plunge your body and mind deeply into autumn, and wrap up layer by layer of autumn, stringing together golden dreams.
Get up, tiptoe up, shake the wind chimes in front of the window, sing low, happiness, like warm sunshine, as long as you look up, you will feel the warmth.
Many times, you think you have been forgotten by happiness, forgotten by life. However, at a certain moment, it is so generous and swaying, vivid to the extreme, coming from far and near, reappearing in a moment of time. Just like the warm embrace of autumn, it warms everyone.
As Bai Luomei said: "The world's mountains and rivers are either abundant and complete, or incomplete." As we walk here, what we experience is only a process. Moreover, everyone loves different things, so the mentality is different. ”
"The scenery in the autumn is different, and the hengyang geese go without paying attention." Autumn has changed the landscape of the world, and the only thing that is not old is the mentality.
People to middle-aged everything rest, may prefer autumn, then, in the autumn of life, let the connotation overcome the appearance, smile to warm, safe, warm time, even if the face is full of wrinkles, but also to live into a favorite look, just like the beauty of this afternoon autumn.
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