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Like a person rushing to the point where autumn is coming to an end in a rainy rain. I stood in front of the window one morning after another, thinking that this autumn, I could only meet a group of geese flying south. After repeated expectations every day, news came from a late night, and I finally walked out of the house at noon on the second day. Walking from the north of the city to the south of the city, and from the south of the city to the north of the city, the familiar small town has a clear outline with a little touch. Those who meet again after a long time must be old friends.
After all, there is no missing autumn. Walking among the mountains, watching the forests dye all over the place, listening to the sound of rain, the tenderness in the chest is like the sea. After experiencing the silence of everything, I feel that the world where all things are resurrected is so precious. He stretched out his hand out of the car window, caught the light raindrops, the cold that fell into the palm of his palm melted into his skin, and the temperature of blood suddenly appeared. It turns out that autumn is not only bleak and cold, but also expectation and touching.
Pick up a red leaf. In the falling handwriting, there are romantic mountains, rain, fog, evening breeze... and the branches are blooming just right wild chrysanthemum . I couldn't help but stop, I couldn't help... I reached out and picked one gently, picked another, and picked another until I picked a bag of wild chrysanthemums and dew.
This year, before the chrysanthemums withered, I made chrysanthemum tea . I just regretted missing my father’s birthday and regretted not having a meal with my father that day. My father said, "There is a birthday every year, and I will be happy if you do your job well..." There are always many things in the world of adults. My father understands my busyness, but he just sighs that as a child, he often cannot give his parents the best company. My friend said, " Raising children is actually enjoying the process of raising them to grow up..." It seems that I began to feel this way.
There will always be helplessness and sadness in life. Many people will be silent in the night, and they will have a lot of thoughts towards the night sky. But the noise in this world is noisy, who can keep it alone? Who is not wearing gold clothes that hides decay? It’s just that some people pick up happiness, while some people magnify the pain. Live well, work hard, try to accompany the elderly, educate children well, there is coldness and warmth in this world. But we are all sick, standing in our own position and watching others shine. In fact, there is no need to envy others. You have to believe that many people also envy you.
Chrysanthemum tea is ready, come, let’s listen to the wind, listen to the rain, enjoy the moon, drink tea...
