Autumn, my love and sorrow

(i)

The autumn sky, the endless blue, without a single cloud. On such a clear autumn day, wandering under the blue sky, the old Lawton has nowhere to look. The heart is relaxed, like going back to the past, the good memories of those green years, with a little bitter taste, like boiling coffee, dark fragrance surging.

The piano song "The Remembrance of Love" sounded again in the school, in this somewhat noisy and somewhat vulgar town, this sound is like a natural sound that makes me intoxicated, in this beautiful melody, an indescribable touch, is it the bitterness hidden in the heart, or the calm after the vicissitudes? The old heart that has long been unfazed, at this moment, suddenly woke up, I wanted to laugh, but, tears...

(ii)

Oblique winds, drizzle, winds. Poetic? But in my eyes----- a woman who runs for her life, and when she encounters such weather, it is like seeing a ghost, not going out, going out, it must be a smoke and rain.

The leaves that fell with the wind yesterday have been crushed into mud on the wet ground, and the original red, yellow, green, and brown leaves have all become black and mushy colors, like the bodies of corpses slanting across the battlefield of the war, feeling very desolate, but how can I pick up one or two fallen leaves to change their fate of withering? This is the law of life, anything in the world is a process of rising and falling, life is also the same, sometimes, look open, it is calm, calm, spoiled not shocked.....

(iii)

The cold autumn rain, from last night to tonight, has been pouring down non-stop.

It's windy. The howling sound of the wind envelops the obscene rain, sweeping through the dark night, crossing time and space, and walking into my hazy dreams.

Surrounded by mountains, green grass, yurt-like houses, needle medicine, long skirts, garlands, seats, books, antique purple sand pots.

Hanging pot ji shi? There seems to be no patients around.

I seem to be very beautiful and beautiful, very thin and thin, and very tall. Long milky white skirt, garland with long hair, tea tasting, reading, studying pharmacopoeia, acupuncture, acupuncture points, as if divination.

I have walked into such dreams many times, scenes of déjà vu, but I have never been to such a place except that I seem to have seen in the film and television.

Suddenly the clouds were cloudy, and they returned to the town, the hustle and bustle of the market, a few familiar beautiful sisters on the street were selling clothes, a high platform, selling flowers, and the buyer was also familiar with the townspeople.

Then the fat aunt asked her son, "Are you married, do you have children?" ”

Suddenly, my heart ached, it was something I couldn't let go of and I didn't know, and the frustration made me wake up.

My daughter came home yesterday afternoon and slept next to me. The little baby slept soundly. However, guarding my daughter and thinking about my son, and my son always seems to be more reassuring than my daughter.

Weak son, timid, sentimental, as indecisive as I am. alas. As good as his father is, I don't have to worry about wherever he goes.

Sometimes I wonder if what my parents encounter in this life will be retribution for the children. Thinking about this, I am not uneasy, because I have not done anything to be sorry for others.

Perhaps, everything really takes time.

May all be well and well.