Author: Poetic Life
A golden leaf fell from the branches of the bank willow. There is no joy or sorrow, maybe it is not involved at all!
It is a journey to perfection, calm and free. Of course. This season of reincarnation has gone through so many storms with eager eyes, but now at the end, it has only won the dignity of turning around.
cannot change the fate, it is better to choose calmness. The stories woven in the context are always their own classics.
And I also have my classics. I will also quietly hide in a corner where no one is around, and take out the thoughts dormant in my chest to take inventory. There are some things in
that cannot be shared with others, just like the leaf after midnight. Who knows what kind of test it has gone through?
I am afraid of loneliness, but I also have a soft spot for loneliness. I am willing to sit on the opposite side of time infatuatedly and listen to the softness of my heart.
My lifelong practice is like this fallen leaf. When I walk to the end of my life, all I can pick up are these ordinary encounters.
They are the sunshine scattered in the fleeting years, a little bit of beauty that promotes flowering. Is
predestined in a previous life? When I saw you for the first time, I was too shy to look up, for fear that you would see through my soul.
But the days that are coming towards us make it impossible for us to dodge. At that time every morning, I will meet you unexpectedly. Is
agreed upon? Or are things in this world just accidental?
Every time I pass by you inadvertently, you confuse my steps. I don’t know why I feel so unnatural, why do I lose my time when I’m with you?
picked up the golden leaf, his eyebrows curved with joy.
Who gave me the courage to tell me about last night’s nightmare when I walked past you.
You must have been shocked, but you had to politely stop and listen to my chatter.
I guess, when I turn around and leave, you will be muttering in your heart, you have never seen such a fool, who speaks at the end without matching the preface. What does
have to do with it? We are all walking in time. Maybe one day we will see each other for the last time.
At that time, we will all obey the destiny and go to the place that suits us best. You forget me and I forget you, just like the leaf that grows and dies on its own, without any ties.
will be accompanied by new scenery, there will be new flowers and branches, and the days will move forward as always.
will eventually be swept away by the torrent of history. In the ensuing reincarnation of the four seasons, you and I are just a drop in the ocean.
And my feelings are sincere, just like that leaf, from germination, to bright yellow, to falling, no one needs to remember it, it just retreats quietly.
I want to invite you into my writing, so that the long fragrance can dazzle the whole book.
I think I will read it frequently, follow your breath, and capture the warmth scattered in the time.
A leaf carries a period of time. Since each has a mission, why should we care whether we see it or not.
learn to accept the naturalness of Ye Luo. The last touch of golden yellow is gorgeous for yourself and the ever-changing world.
Live happily and joylessly, work hard when you should work hard, and meet naturally when you should meet.
is just like you, I have never been deliberate, but time has arranged the right time for us. How interesting
is! At this moment, I am sitting under the shade of the bank willow...
Listening to the noisy summer cicadas, looking at the fallen leaves across my eyebrows, and the butterflies flying among the grass, looking back on the encounters along the way , in a happy mood.
