Author: Zi Mo
The late autumn rain, unusually, is becoming more and more dense, always falling endlessly, so lingering, but lacking in tenderness, a rain mixed with cold, it seems to tell the wordless wandering of autumn.
In the rain, there are some leaves scattered, wrapped in a wet mood in the autumn wind, embracing bitterness and relief and slowly leaving the branches, silently looking back, and the eyes are full of reluctance and attachment.
When the autumn rain gently passed, there was only the sound of the window, like the footsteps of pedestrians hurrying, through my fingers, with the cold of the autumn night, I don't know where to go.
Looking back, I found that when life was already autumn, the flow of years became a colorful landscape.
In the rain, in the wind, not for the flowers and sorrow, we can not intercept the beauty of the spring flowers, just as we can not keep, the rush of time, time flies, the world is late, the mountains and rivers are autumn.
Rain after rain, cold after cold, I don't know if this is the first few rains in autumn, I just think that the autumn rain should stop.
With an umbrella, walking in the autumn rain, the oncoming wind, the oblique rain, wet the pants, the rain is cool, the wind is cold, a little late autumn desolation, but also the season.
The colors of the seasons change before your eyes, and the trail is covered with fallen leaves, red, yellow, green, mixed with decaying black, and this feeling can only alternate with a helplessness.
Needless to say, autumn is already late autumn, and you can't doubt that these landscapes are normal.
In the feeling, every autumn is very short, just a blink of an eye, just about to feel nostalgic, but I don't know where to go? What remains is cold, a mess of fallen leaves.
For a short time, even before you can appreciate it, autumn has become a memory, and you can only find it a little in the mood of the rain.
Perhaps, after this rain, the late autumn is already twilight, and the season is coming to an end.
Dare not say retention, nor can I say love, the grass and trees are scented in autumn, like the sound of the cello, muddy but deep, the autumn leaves are withering, and like the solo of the violin, light and beautiful.
Autumn sound is fading away, the years of life, I feel that I have not cherished it well, and many times have slipped away quietly.
Watching the autumn leaves fall softly, listening to the sound of autumn rain, I was thinking that the so-called troubles in life are not based on people's living materials as the standard, but by the state of mind to distinguish.
If people do not feel good, are not satisfied, and do not understand the way life exists, then they will always be in trouble.
Just as one leaf does not know the mind of another leaf, let alone the feeling of holding a fragrant branch, this kind of glimmer of beauty can only be understood by knowing gratitude and the rich life in the heart.
Can we say that? No matter what the season, in the cold, warm and cold, the ordinary season, the red and the withered of the purple and the red and the withered are indifferent to a pure flower, and the green mountains and green water and the thick ink are simply and quietly into an elegant painting.
Decorated with a bamboo forest stream bottom and a breeze fence, the world flavor is boiled into a bowl of tea, and the fireworks are kneaded into a bowl of rice.
In this way, is it possible to live those ordinary days into the warmth of the heart and the poetry of love?
I think it's okay, I used to think that trouble hurts people, but then I realized that if you turn around, it is a floating cloud.
I wonder if sorrow will meet autumn rain in autumn? I don't know how long it will take for a cloud and a ray of sunshine to meet?
But in life, there is always a kind of encounter, not from the convention, but from the unintentional, there is a kind of warmth, or from the sun, or from the heart and the soul.
Walking together, in the world of thin feelings, walking in the late autumn with a kind of self-warmth and feelings, in the depths of life, lighting a bunch of fire to warm yourself, lighting a lamp, illuminating the future.
Bi Shumin said: "Between life and death, it is a lonely journey in life. Maintaining a true love is a lamp that illuminates the warmth of life. ”
In fact, every season, every day can not be disappointed, accompanied by beautiful scenery, accompanied by wind and rain, if you love life, love yourself, if you are peaceful and open-minded, these are warm, are worthy of your beauty.
Zhang Ailing wrote in "Half Life": "Men after middle age often feel lonely, because as soon as he opens his eyes, he is surrounded by people who want to rely on him, but there are no people he can rely on." ”
When people reach middle age, in this late autumn season, maybe you will feel lonely, maybe you will be lonely, accompanied by a little sadness, a few points of desolation.
But please also always believe that the years will not treat any life, any inch of time, time and seasons, and in the same way, it is fair to everyone, and it will warm every heart at the right time.
The rain outside the window is still endless, urgent and slow, but it is cold in late autumn.
On the road of life, who is not in the wind and rain day and night? Sometimes, the cold is not terrible, as long as your heart is warm, why be afraid of the cold of the years. As long as we keep a fiery heart, we will always face the world with a smile, and the world will show us a warm side.
The rain has been falling, "the free flying flowers are light as a dream, and the boundless silk rain is as fine as sorrow", the autumn rain is continuous, and the words are still unfinished, like the unspeakable sorrow hidden in a person's heart.
If there is no chores, leaning on the window to listen to the rain should be the most beautiful thing. Guard a window, listen quietly, and listen to the sound of rain hitting the plantains.
Warmth is born from the heart, the heart has warmth, the years are warm, the warmth will follow the shadow, and happiness will come unexpectedly.
Be a person with warmth in your heart for the rest of your life! Everywhere you go, you can deliver warmth and harvest warmth.
Let's be a warm person for the rest of your life! Follow the flow of the four seasons, without fear of the cold of the years, without fear of the wind and rain of life.
The writer Tashi Ram Duoduo said: "The so-called warmth is that even if it is like a frozen river three feet, ren efforts reflect the sun; the so-called compassion is that even if the three realms are like the wind, they still do not give up sentient beings and frequently look forward to it." ”
I think that many fates, like this little drop of rain, sometimes far away, sometimes close, but we like to fall into the bottom of the heart of the drop, meaningful, can cherish a lifetime.
The leaves in the autumn wind are still ringing in the trees, perhaps, it is not the one of last year, there is always some time, in the flow of the four seasons, it has changed its appearance, it blooms in the spring and warm flowers, and it turns into sorrow in the autumn rain.
The days overlap, but they sing different tunes, the seasons of red fat, green and thin, the fate will still meet, the left will still leave, careless, they will be infected with the wind and dust of time, but they can only face it strongly.
Through the cold and warm of the four seasons, I followed my heart, all the way to the warmth, peaceful, in the wind and rain without regret in my life.
Life, has been going on, time flies, never stay for anyone, the mood is a touch of white moonlight that falls on the plain notes of the years, even if it encounters the cold, there is warmth in the heart, life is still safe and sound.
Autumn rain is long, the years are hurried, even if the mountains and rivers are far away, thousands of miles of autumn colors, I am still willing to cook a pot of wine in the late autumn, brew a pot of tea of time, and comfort the joy of the soul.
The troubles and sorrows of life, the regrets and dissatisfactions of the past, are just some of the winds and frosts, rain and snow when we have gone through the years, and there is no need to be grumpy.
Only by letting go of the burden can we take the road of the future and do a good job of ourselves tomorrow, only when there is warmth in the heart, the future sea and the sky, and the future is sunny.
Not afraid of the autumn cold, let life move forward indifferently, through a frame of autumn colors, counting the quiet beauty of fallen leaves, I put the light sorrow into the late autumn, frozen into the quiet of a tree.
Strange on the year, with a ray of sunshine, late autumn as a companion, slowly moving forward. From then on, no matter how far the end of the world is, do not ask about the depth of affection, do not ask about the geometry of companionship, let this affection turn into Zen, and spend a lifetime to practice.
Let all the Chinese years live up to this life, the whispering life is cold and warm, in the change of time and seasons, silent refuge, silent pay, quietly bear.
Shu Ting said: "Your October, when the autumn has been deeply planted, ten miles of red maple, yellow leaves paved the ground, cold frost into winter; my October, is still a thousand miles of heaven, green mountains far away, the oblique sun into the painting, Zi Yan red." ”
There is a warm sun in the heart, and happiness follows. Vicissitudes of the years, happy life, warmth born from the heart, leave a ray of sunshine in the heart to yourself, as long as there is warmth in the heart, life has hope.
Late autumn is cool, the rest of life is not sad, cherish the time in front of you, let the poetry of happy and beautiful life, have the poetry of the four seasons, let the warmth embrace life, and let the flow of years freely pass through the four seasons.
In life, there are always some people who come and go, just like the alternation of the seasons, no matter in your heart, there are thousands of reluctance, all kinds of reluctance, still go, just like time, never stop for anyone to move forward.
However, in the gap of time, there will always be some warmth, such as a flower blooming in front of the window, emitting a faint fragrance, no matter the wind and rain, there is always a faint fragrance, which remains in the heart, according to the gaze, and has not gone far.
In fact, the world is cold, we have warmth in our hearts, we travel day and night, not to change the world, but not to let the world change us, we come all the way, not to experience the wind and rain, but to find the warmth of the heart.
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