Come out from the family courtyard of the 40th Office where I live, walk north across the large turntable of Donghai Avenue, and then pass the west gate of the 41th Office, and enter Huaguang Avenue. On both sides of Huaguang Avenue, there are pine trees and persimmon trees planted.
In this breeze and cool autumn season, it is the season when persimmons are ripe. The persimmons on the persimmon trees on both sides of Huaguang Avenue are crying alone on the trees, letting the winds in the east, west, south and north, they are alone there, floating day and night.
Looking at the persimmons that no one cares about, some are golden and green, one by one, one by one, standing silently in the wind, without realizing it, people suddenly feel pity. I walked under the clear and refreshing blue sky in autumn, took a few photos and came to Family Photo Supermarket .
turned around and read it briefly. Without planning to buy anything, I came to the second floor to buy books and sat down to write this article. I feel deeply unfair about the persimmons hanging on the trees. From blooming in spring against the cold wind, to growing in summer with the scorching sun, crying and shouting, finally ripening, but ending up with no one to buy. It's so sad.
Who doesn’t look forward to the golden autumn when sowing seeds in spring? But the golden autumn here is no one to visit. How can you let them feel? I looked at them and felt a feeling in my heart called desolation. It seems that most of their fates are self-destructive, which is sad!
