In late autumn, people love to listen to the sounds of late arrivals, the sound of cicadas or the shallow chants of some autumn insects,
There came a rain, and I listened, and I seemed to hear the shattered, innumerable shattered sounds of the world
We find a lot of things in the spring
In the summer we seem to feel that there are sounds everywhere, there are rain and lotus leaves, at least there is water on the road
In autumn, we will feel that everything has faded
So we retreated something
Broken
I incarnated into countless silences
Thus, countless remnants of the lotus heard the summer and spring that collapsed violently
And there was autumn rain that brought the final calm of the broken
There was nothing
There would have been no consolation
As a result, you see countless of yourself
These are the last few ticks that Autumn Rain picked up
Has the rain stopped?
The incredible sound of rain that could not be caught
Finally, winter freezes the world into sculpture, waiting for a long persecution, freezing the calm wait into an image
A kind of persistence
Pick up all the sounds in winter to paint the snowflakes of the day
People then sit in a circle in the winter
Life is leisurely and lively
Turn the days into quiet winter nights