Chapter One: Thinking in Autumn
The golden hot summer leaves the stage of the season, and the beautiful and sad autumn comes swaying, carrying carefree desolation and striding in a hurry. With the rushing west wind, fallen leaves, white grass and yellow meteorites, the beautiful face of autumn is opened.
Unconsciously, many years have passed, and I don't know what gains and losses I have along the way; What you have met and missed in your life. Maybe it doesn't matter. If you miss it, you will miss it, so don't be too obsessed with the pursuit.
Those terrible memories have been buried deep in my heart, gradually dusty in the long river of years, as ethereal as the wind, as light as the clouds, and gradually drift away in the west wind if passing clouds.
In the journey of years, I often walk alone and don't know where to stay; Where is the destination? Although there are many friends in life, they are only acquaintances, not acquaintances.
I don't know when I was attracted by something called "pure music". Whether it is the elegance of the guzheng, the lightness of the flute or the desolation of the erhu, I am fascinated and unable to extricate myself. I always like to put on headphones after turning off the dim lights in my bedroom, and walk into the hall of pure music with the beautiful melody that makes people cry and listen to its stories. Every story it tells is pure sadness, such as crystal rain in autumn, which falls lightly on the face, freezing cold and slowly biting into the bone marrow. A touch of sadness, a touch of desolation, lingers in my ears, sweeping through endless melancholy and wrapping me tightly. Only in the dead of night, when my roommate was asleep, did I suddenly find that another day and night quietly passed through my fingers.
In this silent autumn, all the flowers have fallen, and there is only a lonely moon in the sky. The world is desolate and misty, and the road ahead can never be seen clearly.
Chapter two: Thinking about autumn.
Blowing the floor fan stained with flies, I fed the pigeons in the yard, and the sunlight cast a whirling light spot through the leaves, like transparent broken glass, bright and bright. The white chiffon shirt glowed with soft white light in the sun and fainted with the dream of returning to the Tang Dynasty. I leafed through the old magazines and read an article about autumn. Among them, I can't put it down The scene in front of us is becoming more and more blurred, but the distant memory is particularly clear.
I fantasized a lot about the beginning of autumn. It started quietly in Yuan Ye, a desolate and sprawling city, or a balcony full of flowers all the year round, but it will always start in my early expectation anyway. For autumn, I want to say: "I can't participate in your beginning, but I will definitely accompany you to the end."
At the beginning of August, beginning of autumn died, and autumn came so suddenly that I was a little reluctant to leave the cool summer I had been complaining about. Affected by typhoons and warm and humid air currents, it rained several times at the beginning of the month, and there were many strong winds that scared me. Yesterday, I was complaining about the sultry weather, but when I woke up today, I sobbed and put on my coat. The mat on the bed was replaced by a mattress, and I closed the window for a whole summer when I slept at night.
"Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times." Autumn is naturally full of rustling leaves. Every fallen leaf looks sick, and you will feel a little sad for me. The story of autumn may be buried under which leaf. If I accidentally step on it, I will be drowned by the flood of memories from campus, so my steps in the mall are erratic, for fear that my shoes will kiss the leaves on the ground.
I sat in the yard playing with flowers and plants and stroking the lazy cat basking in the sun. The wind gently lifted my Qi Mei bangs, half covering my blurred eyes. Slowly stretch the tentacles of memory and awaken the past that has been sleeping for many years. At this time, the atmosphere here is as still as dead water, and only a few car horns occasionally pull me back from my dream.
As the saying goes: "Spring is short and autumn is long!" Faced with such a season, the whole person will inevitably become lazy. Even a master who seldom sleeps like me can only fall asleep in the sun in the morning.
I live in a quadrangle with a history of half a century. There are all kinds of flowers and plants in the yard. Don't underestimate these little-known flowers and plants in the courtyard. They have always been the background color of my dog blood youth. Later, looking at the old black and white photos taken when I was a child, I can always find childhood happiness from these flowers and plants.
In my spare time, I will go for a walk in the commercial street not far from home and listen to all kinds of shouts, such as "bean curd brain", "bean jelly" and "fried dough sticks", which are as loud as professional singers. These things range from snacks to big ones, and they are not greasy at all. Then look at those strange archways and dazzling goods. I don't bargain at all. I always admire the bargaining power of a graceful girl or aunt, so it is very necessary to bring a girlfriend or girlfriend who will bargain in the street in order to avoid being short of money too early. In recent years, economic development has brought earth-shaking changes to the town. You can enjoy delicious food here, such as Taiwan Province flavor, Japanese and Korean cuisine, European and American western food. Anyway, you can always smell the familiar smell in town. The old shop manages the craftsmanship handed down from generation to generation, and has always been respected in the town, occupying the top spot in the food market.
The world is very big, and I dream of traveling around the world in my small yard. Fantasize that you are a devout backpacker, browse the mountains and rivers, read the water, and take pictures of autumn in different places with SLR. Autumn will be different at the ends of the earth, but my love for autumn is unique.
"People say that a simple life is happy, but they want everything to go well." Life is simple, but it is difficult to live in it. Many people live in their own world and refuse to extricate themselves. They acquiesce in the abandonment of the world, resent their misfortunes, and drift with the tide in unwarranted sadness. "Happy women have different fates, but unhappy women have the same fate." You can't control the world, but you can control your heart. In short, the quality of life has a lot to do with your mentality.
I didn't do anything particularly meaningful when I was on vacation at home. I just watched TV series such as My Affordable Man, Fashion Female Editor, Love Apartment III and some vulgar movies. Then read books and stay up late to watch the Olympics. The only thing that makes me proud is that I have lost weight successfully. The reason why I lost weight is related to eating less. I think the most relevant thing is the habit of staying up late that I didn't quit in the first half of the year.
After the 7th, the magazine was busy working overtime, reviewing various activities every day, and rushing back and forth between the editorial department and the printing press. Repeated workflow is boring. Bring a small pot of cactus from home when you come to work. When you are free, take pictures of it with your mobile phone and talk to it. Promotion and salary increase in the company has always been an enviable and hateful thing. For a young and angular person like me, it is inevitable to deal with it. I have met other people's gossip, even malicious slander and slander, but I never refute it. I firmly believe that those rumors will die out after a long time.
I'm obviously not young. I'm almost a senior three. It seems that I am always slower than my peers. When I was in a hurry to find a job, others had already gone to work safely. When I started working, others began to talk about marriage. I guess if someone else gets married, I'll become a leftover woman.
I hope my work will be easier in the second half of the month and I will have time to go home and spend more time with my parents. I also hope that the unit's price-limited housing will be allocated as soon as possible, and there is no need to travel hard between the bus and the subway. Listening to songs, writing lyrics, chatting with friends on the internet, how wonderful life without survival is, but it will be very fulfilling.
Chapter Three: Thoughts on Autumn.
Autumn wind, rustling in my ear; Autumn rain, rustling dripping skirts; Autumn is very cold, and the cool shadow falls on my heart. Qiu Lai, cold wind and frost, deciduous bloom, the ups and downs of complex autumn season.
Autumn, more clear Liao, less noise; The west wind came and went to Beiyan; Gather sorrow and disperse the commotion.
"Blue sky, yellow leaves, the west wind is tight, flying north and south. Who is drunk in Xiao Lai's frost forest? Always in tears. " Late at night, the courtyard is cool, the cold dew invades the clothes, time flows in silence, the autumn wind passes by, and the sound of empty leaves landing hits the quiet heart. This is the pace of life and comes to an end in autumn. The way to go is still to go, and you can't stay in stop for a minute because you don't want to give up. The silence and seclusion of autumn night suddenly attacked the body and mind. Not only did I feel the bleakness of "falling leaves like waterfalls", but I also felt the ease of "Dongli handle wine, with fragrance all over my sleeves", and I even lamented the bitterness of "the lingering moon in Yang Liuan".
The buttonwood tree stands upright outside the window, and her branches and leaves are soaked with the yellow of the years. The wind whispered and rustled in her ear, which aroused her desire to dance. So, her body and mind swayed gently, like a leisurely boat, rippling on the noisy and flashy sea. She smiled and held out her palm, holding the bird's song. I wonder if she wants to go to a distant paradise with her dreams and the wings of birds? Everything is so quiet and harmonious, as if it were past lives, born in later generations. A few clouds stopped in the air and looked at her upturned face from a distance. The silence of autumn is faint, faint, retreating in the distant place where the desert is light and cold.
Missing in autumn is so weak that it can't drop the impurities in the world transparently. Autumn is thick, and the lingering fragrance seeps into the heart and spleen. The cold autumn is constantly melting into the rolling blood.
Open your eyes and return to the cold reality. A clear autumn dream drifted away in the middle of the night. The memory of falling is gently mentioned again, but these memories are no longer what they used to be, and they are covered with a faint mottled mark. There is a faint shadow of a tall and stalwart phoenix tree.
In autumn, all the joys and sorrows are involved, and my thoughts flow into the calm Pinghu. The window is not warm, listen carefully, the autumn wind is rustling, the autumn rain is whizzing, where is the synthesis of sorrow, and autumn leaves people's hearts.
One glory and one decline affect the mood of seasonal changes. Beautiful spring, calm summer, full of vitality of life. When we get together in autumn and winter, we can always feel the spirit of Xiaosha. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I said that autumn wins the spring tide, "yellow flowers are piled all over the ground, and they are wasted." The sky is high and the clouds are light. Looking at autumn scenery, the melancholy mood dances in the lonely autumn wind.