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About author:Ma Xiaochun, member of the Chinese Ethnic Minority Writers Association, member of the Chinese Folk Writers Association, director of the Fourth Local History Society of Gansu Province, the second batch of local experts in the Gansu Provincial Administrative Division and Geographical Names Expert Database, chairman of the Kangle County Writers Association, director of the Local History Office of Kangle County (editor-in-chief). He has published more than 6,100 essays, poems and news articles (pieces) in China Prose Network, Short Literature Network, Shengjing Literature Network, Yubei Literature, Weining Poetry Journal, Nationalities Daily and other newspaper networks, of which 30 prose poems have won the "Charm Linxia. Liangheng Cup "National Ethnic Minority Essay Contest Excellence Award", the first prize of the poetry group of the first "Jiangsu Cup" National Couple Essay Contest, Gansu Province Qi Jia Cultural Network Essay Excellence Award, etc. He is the chief editor of "Kangle County Chronicle (1986--2005)" and "Kangle Yearbook", author of "News Series", "Wenyuan Tidbits", "Songs of the Heart", "Flowing Years Across the Fingertips", editing and reviewing 2 volumes of "The History of the Organization of Kangle County of the Communist Party of China", co-authoring of "Memories of Cooking Smoke", "Yearbook of Young Chinese Writers (2017-2018 Poetry Volume)", "Flowing Years". Selected Contemporary Aesthetic Works" and "Flower Art Life" and so on.
Autumn mood
Autumn yin does not disperse frost fly late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the sound of rain. Walk into the small forest of my hometown, pick up a piece of dead yellow leaves, and carefully look at the leaf veins, just like reading the poetry books of the years, tasting the precipitated years...
The mood flutters with the tenderness of autumn, and the heart stirs with the amorous feelings of autumn. Bathe in the most brilliant sunshine, breathe in the freshest air, and let the mood lazily pass through the window sill. This season always gives people a sense of plainness and steadfastness, gentle and intimate understanding.
Yearning for the autumn sky and clearness, longing for the calm and clear spirit of autumn. Watching the trees shed their green leaves and become withered, my heart gushed with infinite sorrow. With the gentle autumn breeze, sitting in the small woods, looking at the distant mountains, with many thoughts...
I like to hide my heart in the autumn wind and drift with the wind. I like to stand in the autumn twilight, let the emotions evaporate, let the sadness disappear. Therefore, when the autumn leaves fall, in the whisper of the autumn wind, let go of the mood, stretch the heart, and express the mind.
The wheels of time crush the years, and the flow of time washes away the levees. In the depths of the wasted years, there are too many memories to remember, memories that are difficult to forget. The years like flowing water, like the days of shuttles and arrows, ruthlessly whitened their sideburns, and soon blurred their memories, unable to remember a little bit of the past. Therefore, taking advantage of the warm ocean in autumn, like a silky breeze, all thoughts are expressed into the verses of the years, leaving their own heart words.
The mood in autumn is the loneliest, the heart is bare, the mood is empty, like a desolate and barren woodland. I once left my memory in Autumn, and at this time, my mood was no longer satisfactory, like a haze shrouding my mind. In autumn, when you love the fallen leaves, stop at the dry yellow and thin woodland and enjoy the comfort of the autumn breeze. Autumn wind, can you stop for a moment and give the Yi people a heart?
Under the autumn sun, nostalgia, sentimentality. The years are merciless, life is impermanent, and the years are fleeting. You can hear the words of the heart, the symbols in the ears, like falling leaves, like white clouds, the sun is warm, the wind is flicking, like a dream.
The heart rests under the autumn sun, and the love is lost in the autumn wind.....