Essay: Autumn, who are you sitting with? The bright moon and breeze are me
Author: Zimei
Walking in the autumn of the season, silently collecting the richness of time. The scenery witheres and witherings in the withering autumn leaves, with Autumn cicada occasionally roaring under the scorching sun, and a sense of desolation can't help but come to my heart.
In the drifting autumn wind, walking through the scenery of the season, the things that make us nostalgic and moved are also slowly moving away.
Autumn has eased the hot heat of this summer, and the heat that has been stagnant in my heart has also been evacuated a lot. The season of high and cool autumn air and light clouds makes people walking in autumn feel happy.
Finally, the bitterness and sweetness come. I began to harvest in the autumn of the season, and carefully preserve the beauty and warmth of this season.
The autumn wind blows the song of separation, making everything show its vicissitudes undoubtedly. The plants and trees growing in the seasons begin the chapter of reincarnation. As the wind fades away, they fall into mud and dust one by one. Only time knows that they have come so brilliantly.
September is walking in the affectionate autumn, with the maturity and fullness of autumn, as well as melancholy and sadness, the trees and the trees are filled with autumn colors, and those yellowing times are dragged into a corner of the years and drying.
The slowly passing autumn wind scratched the eyes. There were the once colorful time and the beauty in prosperity. In the fleeting time, in addition to regrets, there are also our watery years.
The more helpless some things are, the more they will resist, the more they will struggle. In fact, they are more unwilling to accept it. Just like those autumn leaves bloom in beautiful seasons, but they have to leave in autumn. Perhaps the cycle of seasons and rebirth are also a choice. After we understand, we can only choose to accept and being content with the present is the correct understanding.
Just like Ding Limei said: "I just wish that the flowers in the world will bloom well. And I hope that every leaf in the autumn wind will have a good home."
We walk into autumn, walking all the way to autumn, walking slowly in the brilliance of autumn, watching the many lantern fruits on Luan Tree , looking at the flying leaves, and the colorful colors in the autumn light in a glance.
Perhaps we don’t understand autumn at all. We only see the open-mindedness of autumn’s maturity and the pain of withering. We are just passers-by in the season, just stepping on the footsteps of autumn to appreciate its beauty and sorrow.
If you can pick up a few fallen leaves in the quiet place of autumn, sit in the quiet place and look carefully, in the time in a cup of tea, you will find that the direction of the dead leaves is the beauty and veins of life, and the symbols and stories of life are engraved.
Autumn, who will I sit with? Perhaps loneliness is the truth that the season gives us the desolate life. After the prosperity, it is destined to wither. No matter how lively it is, it will end. No matter how cool it is, it will be warm. Finding your own harvest and joy, and sitting alone with time is also peaceful.
Everything that has passed away in time has begun to disappear in withering. If you feel it quietly, there are still autumn flowers blooming. Even if it witheres, it will leave the most beautiful shadow. You must also leave elegant dance moves. What can resist the desolation of time is nothing more than the inner love and the affection of the four seasons.
Every detail in the bright moon and autumn wind can make us give rise to hope one after another, even in autumn, after winter, it is another year to meet again.
The poet Adonis said: "Winter is loneliness, summer is separation, and spring is the bridge between the two, but autumn permeates all seasons."
The season is in autumn, and walking in autumn, there is no need to be sad and lonely when autumn is happening, nor does it need to say that autumn is better than spring. In the quiet and peaceful autumn, sitting opposite the bright moon and breeze in front of a cup of tea, a stroke of autumn colors, an inch of the end of the world.
