Autumn is late, and there is an extreme desire for sunshine.
Yesterday's dark clouds have receded, like this holiday that is coming to an end. The clean blue made people's hearts also clean, only moving slowly with the slanting sun.
Those days when there are clouds, there will always be some imagination. About the past, about the present, about the future. Thankfully, there was only a slight ripple in the heart, and the calm was restored in a flash.
I remembered that A few days ago I was unhappy that my friend couldn't understand myself, and now that I think about it, I have long been relieved. Because no one in this world can really help you to dissolve your troubles, you can talk, you can play, it is not easy, why should it be difficult to be strong. Man, just like this changeable weather, it is difficult to understand, it is difficult to predict, fortunately, you can still see yourself.
Remove all the colors and light wires that belong to the summer from the hanger. Flattened piece by piece, stacked up, flattened back into the closet. Everything that belonged to Xia was finally occupied by this autumn wind, autumn rain and autumn rhyme. Thinking of those who were immersed in the joy and tranquility of summer, my heart fluttered. Look up at the high sky, permeated with the beauty of tranquility. Autumn is still what I like, like its taste, like its charm, like its tranquility and splendor unlike spring.
Push open the window and look into the distance. Look at the greenery that walks away and the self who walks away. I can't remember when I started to like to say goodbye to today's self and everything today. There will be no more anticipation of tomorrow. Because, what should come will always come, what should go will always go, their own can't run away, and those who don't belong to them will eventually stay away.
When we walk through one morning and one dusk after another, we find that the sky is still that day, the four seasons are still the four seasons, but when we read it, we understand the relief.
Outside the window, you can faintly see the golden yellow swaying in the distance, which is intense and pure. Like the clear sky, there is only pure blue.
Tomorrow, the future, will still usher in the send-off as now, and will look at the distance as calmly as now, looking at the today and the distant self that is gradually going away. Just a silent word in my heart, fortunately I am still here.
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