I was trapped at home, as if wandering in the corner of the world, hearing the sound of the gurgling stream, seeing the graceful dance of autumn leaves, smelling the fragrance of chrysanthemums, walking and stopping, disappearing in the lively street...
Through the doors and windows, boredom and uneasiness are like fallen leaves passing through the window. Time is in a hurry, and the face is quietly aging, and life is bumpy, and it is finally hard to calm down. The blue sky struggles to fulfill the mission of heaven. The dream goes with the wind, hiding behind the golden wheat ears, and the sincere heart burns in the fields.
Just get used to it, stumbled and lie in place, like a dead weed, and the raging fire was coming. Maybe, I should make the nutrients for spring buds, close my eyes, and wake up the next spring. Maybe, I shouldn't be afraid, I should be as strong as a stormy seagull until the light comes.
The quiet alley is deserted, as if the end of the world. The sun shines through the window and sprinkles on the face, reflecting decades of vicissitudes. Unwilling to accept it, but being forced to the cliff by reality. Drinking chrysanthemum tea and following Tao Yuanming's traces, there was no open-mindedness or a state of mind at all. I can only look out from a distance through the glass window.
In this empty room, the depression in my heart accumulates more and more, and even my breathing becomes more and more uncomfortable. I look at the yellow leaves floating, falling with the flow, with a smile, and it will return as scheduled in the next spring. I stood behind me, looking beyond my reach, and waved my goodbye in my heart until I disappeared from my sight...
