Yantai Story 丨 Looking out at autumn

Early in the morning, I came to the campus, and the trees and people together had just woken up from their sleep, with fresh ease and pleasure. Birdsong accompanied by dew dripping, trivial, like broken silver falling from between the branches and leaves of the tree, sprinkled with a heart, sparkling, with the light of autumn. The silvery dew is the bright eyes of autumn, hanging among the blades of the grass tip, flickering into the stars of the earth. The sun rises, and light and shadow brew between the trees and meadows, weaving the bright dreams of autumn.

The spring flowers all bear fruit, and the purple weed that leaks from the gap between the masson pines no longer crimson its fine flowers, but hangs low and tired small fruits, like huge green beads. The beads were densely threaded into strings, tying together the magic and compassion of time. The magnolia also bears a flower-like red fruit, leaving its purity to spring. The emerald green fruit of the papaya tree was slightly yellow, and I seemed to smell its sweet fragrance... Autumn has the fragrance of autumn, which is the fragrance of fruit. The grass is bearing seeds, the trees are growing fruit, and the chirping of autumn insects is in it, wave after wave, autumn, is a prosperous season.

I stood on a high slope and looked out over the autumn. The sky is pure blue, permeated with the warmth of silk. The white clouds are freely rolled, indifferent and quiet, like a leisurely stroll. Autumn sunshine is warm and quiet from the sky, sprinkling on trees and sprinkling on the ground. The trees and the ground shine with golden light. The flowers of the luan tree are blooming and falling. Clusters of trees, broken golden yellows on the ground, echoing with the waterfall-like sunlight, autumn is a golden and warm world.

My heart flew along the golden light of autumn into the vast wilderness. The crops in the fields are ripe, the orchards are full of fruit, and people's expectations for time are ripe and fulfilled in the autumn. My heart flies in the autumn light, flies, flies to the unknown tomorrow and other places.

Autumn is a new departure, heading for the next spring.

Author: Jiang Hong

Edit: Huang Yufeng