Forgotten in the fall

In autumn, the flowers are withering, and the grass is rendered a little green and yellow, but the colors of the fruits and fallen leaves are still bright and bright. They are the most beautiful flowers in full bloom in autumn, and the crimson face of the apple and the golden skirt of the ginkgo tree are better than the most brilliant spring flowers in early March.

Early in the morning, the cool breeze through the hall makes people can't help but shrink their necks deep into the collar. It had rained all night last night, but this morning the weather was surprisingly clear. There are a few colorful clouds floating in the eastern sky, and a round of nearly perfect moon is sinking on the western horizon.

I found that the moon's setting was different from the sun's setting, and that the sun maintained its fiery and clear face until it sank into the horizon, and even after disappearing into the distant sky, it had to leave a brilliant sunset behind itself. But the moon's exit is much more timid, and the first thing you will notice is that her figure is beginning to fade, as if it is a piece of the first snow that is about to melt. Eventually, the moon on the horizon will completely turn into a thin and ambiguous shadow. You can't help but wonder if it was last night's dream, drifting into the western sky.

The bits and pieces of our past lives are like the bright moon that sinks in the western heavens, wrapped in a desolate light, fading and scattering. Once upon a time, you forgot your childhood playmate and lost your childhood dreams. Perhaps, until the day when the world finally forgets you, you will suddenly remember that we have lost too much in the path of life.

I think that memory, after all, is nothing more than - an extremely rare accident; Forgetting is the necessity of the world's requirements. The world uses death to forget a person, while nature uses withering to forget a flower; Daylight uses a moving morning glow to forget last night's stars, and autumn uses a bright fallen leaf to forget the leaves of the whole summer. Time goes from spring to autumn, and the weather comes and goes, and only the stubborn oblivion is like the eternal memory of this world, which has never changed.

Perhaps, at the end of time, at the end of history, the world will eventually forget everything it has created and experienced. Therefore, it is the heavens and the earth, the universe is flooded, and everything must start from scratch again. At that time, perhaps a newborn baby will slowly open his hazy eyes and begin the first memory of the world, and the first forgetting of the world.

However, if everything is ultimately on the road of oblivion, towards the irreparable nothingness. At the very least, please leave some good memories before the final oblivion and nothingness. It's like the brilliant fallen leaves and fruits in autumn, leaving a little chapter worth looking back on for the gray-white winter.

"I have countless golden dreams that have been lost on the road of life." We understand that the dream is irretrievable, the road is difficult to return, and even the memories of the dream and the road will eventually leave us. But as long as there has been beauty and happiness, even if it is only the brief dawn of the moment, we should be somewhat satisfied. After all, life is always difficult to complete, but in the unsatisfactory, there are still some beautiful and happy things worth experiencing.

Writing this, I stopped the pen in my hand. I want to exchange this text with the ever-changing time, so that it will eventually be forgotten in the golden autumn day like the fallen leaves and yellow flowers.