Text/Wang Yunxiang
The sun was shining, and in my previous life I was looking for a warm autumn afternoon.
The sun is shining, and in this life I am comfortable in a time when the leaves are falling like butterflies.
On the boulevard, the leaves are silent, graceful, and the leaves of different colors are like soaring thoughts, touching a heart that is worried in a dream, do you know? It's like falling leaves in love with autumn's heart, in the place where you and I once wandered, like a teenager who didn't understand.
Maple leaves are like blood, ginkgo biloba leaves are like fans, plum leaves are like purple qi coming east, with a trace of reluctance, and loneliness is shown in the sun. For so many years, whenever the autumn leaves fall, I have an eternal sad autumn mood, until your clear eyes, shooting through a trace of melancholy, in the afternoon sun, in the last whimper of an autumn cicada, I know the beauty of the world? It was you, like a clear spring, that washed away my faint sorrow.
The red shadow drifted to the green shadow micro, and the word Lin Did not know home. With sorrow and colorless smoke still there, crying into a cry of dew. If the water flows for thousands of miles, Mo yin will fly alone when the wind rises. The thousand trees in the suburbs of Chu were in a hurry, and the twilight was annoying the guests.
Falling leaves, flying in people's hearts, a faint sadness gently gives poetry and far away, you say, leaves fall is the poetry line of the tree.
The written poems are handed over to the Fallen Leaf Collection, and the leisurely money is sent to an address that is incomparably clear and crowded in the heart, the leaves are floating freely, and the feeling of returning to the roots is a kind of refuge, knowing that you have been with me to watch the fallen leaves like a song!
Whether you like it or not, the fallen leaves at this time are connected to my heart pulse.
With your world, get acquainted with the rhythm of the blossoms and the surprises of the fallen leaves. Su Lu is brittle, and the young woman is jealous. The wind blows on a cold day in the moon, and the leaves are dry and red.
Time rushes to give you the impression of an illusion. It was the look you made me accustomed to, changing the chin and eyebrows that I had been accustomed to for a long time, I did not dare to look at it, that gorgeous and light romantic, this leaf falling afternoon, you and I were so close, close to the feeling of heartbeat like paper.
The rain passed through the idle fields, and the leaves fell red. Thinking about the spring day, Ken believes that there is an autumn wind. There was water flowing in several places, and the river was chaotic. Only should be loose and self-reliant, not with the king.
In the fallen leaves under the sun, life stands full of you and my acacia, one world, two places of idleness, several empty places, covering the face and flicking the leaf fall divine comedy?
Good birthday illusion, your delicate jade hand, your thoughts, still touching the necklace, how to soothe my autumn acacia?
Condense the fallen leaves, tell the dream alone, when to open my leaves after dusk, let you dance in the night rain.
The leaves have fallen, the flowers have withered, and they can regenerate next year, and they will be colorful, but can those who are about to die be left behind? Sometimes, I truly love the fallen leaf, love that it comes and goes without leaving a trace of mourning in the world; love its tolerance, its ordinary and not mediocre attitude towards life; love its gaze that looks into the distance and the smile that returns to the earth.
Footsteps quietly walk through the traces of memory, footprints that have been deeply trapped, filled by fallen leaves, and painfully complain about the wounds in the red dust. The footsteps stopped, the body picked up the dead yellow leaves, and a tear stirred up the last breath, listening to the helpless sorrow with his ears. Unconsciously awakened the sleeping nightmare, dancing in time and falling into a dust.
Xiao Zong mourned the fallen leaves. Overlapping under the joint. Overlap and fly. There is no return.
Oh, the leaves fall like butterflies, connecting the stories of ancient and modern times, and doing a thousand autumns of lovesickness.
Oh, the fallen leaves are like flowers, dissolving the attachment of time and space, and finishing the dream of the world.
The clouds missed the sea, so there were raindrops falling; ye thought of the roots, so there were fallen leaves. You tell me, "In the afterlife, you will fly with you." ”
The long road of life, sometimes a step back is to step over a thousand mountains, or to break thousands of miles of waves; sometimes a low head, but also to soar into the optimus prime, but also to sound into an earth-shattering wind and snow; so low a bow, even if today into the abyss valley, even if this autumn into a fluttering fallen leaves. I tell you, "Having you is a person's zen state." ”
Listening to the rhythmic leaves falling, bathed in the autumn sun, try to put this afternoon you look at the falling leaves together, the description of the subtle, simple, I want to love the beach, spread in your heart, let you feel happy.
Let it fly, it's a sunny afternoon, the most beautiful sound, floating over the Rainbow Bridge.
You open your arms in the fallen leaves, and that's all you can imagine: "What kind of man is that man who likes to dance and ink and like bitter coffee?" ”
For a moment, I wanted to transform into a butterfly in a fallen leaf and fly into your dream.
In ancient times, there was "Nanke One Dream", in fact, dreams also have Buddha's fate.
Listening to the rain by the window, I began to piece together the fantasy you gave me, in the sound of the miserable rain, step by step softening, warm for a long time like the end of the moon, no longer nostalgic for the music to fill the scene of the rain.
The sun is just right, and watch the fallen leaves with you in autumn. I remember how many sleepless nights, I miss you so much, all the fallen leaves that fly into the autumn, just want to tell you that I have you in my dreams. I wonder, do you know you're in my dreams? Whether you can't wait with eagerness or not, that is, you want me to say what I want to say on this warm sunny afternoon, and I want to be alone is also happy.
The earth, it seems that every place is falling leaves, and the state of mind of looking at the fallen leaves together is almost all acacia.
In the past autumn, there were countless fallen leaves, scattered memories left behind, a feeling of confusion and fear, the surface of the heart seemed to have broken away from the soft veil and become so sad, and the breeze felt a cold that had never been felt before.
The sadness of autumn leaves makes people groggy, and the sadness of hiding in the corner looms, leaving only a little hazy for people to experience.
At this time, the fallen leaves are like lost lambs, looking back, except for an empty space, there is no half a shadow of the past, leaving only the desolate sadness.
Are you in the sunshine, like me, full of all sorrows, fantasizing about holding hands for the first time?
Are you in the sun, like me, seeing the leaves falling back to the roots, or fantasizing about a beautiful new life?
So, this afternoon in the sun, this suffocating autumn day, let's meditate and watch the leaves fall together.
Well, this afternoon, let's put each other in our hearts.
Your eyes, just on this warm sunny afternoon, seem to have the luster of my eyes, the songs of you and my hearts, warmly filled with your kind atrium, has your heart already had the appearance of me not being able to sleep at night?
Colorful fallen leaves, at this time for you to weave a dream, that piece of wind flying is the next year's neon clothes.
It's just that it's a cool autumn, you ignite pure passion, and then instantly fall into the shackles of the world, your eyes, doomed to exhaustion, this is my most painful look.
I am afraid that our most beautiful encounter is destined to end up in such a snowy winter on such a leafy afternoon!
Please fall leaves tell me? The long love road, the soft path under my feet, should I hold your hand? Looking for a better and happier future?
Heaven, the fallen leaves floating under the roots of the trees, the shallow sadness, like my helpless heart.
Heaven, the swaying of the tree and the reluctance of the leaves are like the entanglement that you and I can hardly tell.
Then, the fallen leaves after autumn will compose the best song, so let us watch the butterfly dance while listening to the melodious melody, and the warm sun is also a kind of happiness.
About the Author
Wang Yunxiang, senior researcher of the National Primary and Secondary School Composition Research Center, practical expert of composition in the middle and high school entrance examinations, has focused on the teaching and research of composition in primary and secondary schools for 26 years, a special consultant of peninsula small writers and peninsula student journalists, a contracted writer of Ningguta Magazine, a contracted writer of Yanjing Culture, a hundred essay masters, a special lecturer of October Juvenile Literature, and the director of the organizing committee of the sixth "Little Writers Cup" Qingdao Division, and has published more than 400,000 words in newspapers and periodicals. Twelve essays, including "Mother's Batter", have been selected as reading comprehension tests by many schools.