Follow the footsteps of the setting sun, find a shallow and warm corner of autumn, flip through a book or look away for a while. In this time, there are too many winds and rains that make people meet unexpectedly, and they have been tired of their years and wasted their years.
Many times, I am busy in the morning and the moon set, occasionally stopping, under the eaves in front of the window, facing the autumn scenery and falling leaves flying, looking for the rare tenderness and leisure in the vast sea of people.
Today, I happened to be empty. I sat leaning against the sun in front of the window, staring at the sky, the clouds in the sky were slowly turning, birds sing lightly on the branches, and napping with half-squinted eyes or reading a book that I had not read for a long time. It seemed very comfortable.
On the road of life, we are not completely busy, and on the way of the past, we are not full of elegance. In that tiny and quiet time, there is still a slight aftertaste. is filled with a faint joy and a quiet warmth.
A leaf is in the thick autumn, looking for half a scroll of leisure, not limited to the word, not restraining the lightness of the mind, and picking up the lingering years with the thoughts in my heart. Although the fallen leaves are already falling outside the window, there are always some corners in the long river of time, reflecting the warmth and quietness, which makes people nostalgic and miss.
