My heart suddenly became confused and a kind of indescribable sadness came to my heart. My thoughts are like a small poem with resentment. The first stanza is sad, and the second stanza is sad. Maybe only you can understand this inexplicable sadness!
The autumn has ended, and how many pasts have been floating like dust and smoke in the secluded years, all of which have become ancient. When I think of some old things in the south of the city, my heart becomes desolate and melancholy. My heart is as lonely and helpless as fallen leaves falling in the wind. I felt that the journey of life suddenly became confused and confused.
If the soul is lonely, even the mood will be unconsciously stained with loneliness. Time is speechless, and I am also sitting silently. Looking out the window, the gray sky was low, like my gray mood. Only thoughts extend in late autumn, like boiling maple leaves filled with red in the autumn light.
The late autumn rain fell a little cautiously and timidly. When you are not paying attention, they secretly and silently fall a few drops, a few drops fall on passers-by's hair, and a few drops fall in the dust, not about the pain and itching of the hair ends and the earth. When you notice it, there is no trace of the wind and rain. The many scenery outside the house is also a little quieter under the dark sky. Only my thoughts seem to be shocking. In my eyes is an old magnolia tree, standing calmly in the rustling late autumn.
Its leaves, from the tender and light yellow in spring to the plump and green in summer, have become thin now in late autumn. The body disappeared yellow, with its head drooping, and trembling slightly in the autumn wind, losing its lush green color, and now it seems so listless and old-fashioned.
And my mood at this moment seems to be more listless than it. Where the leaves are rustling, it is always a pity for people to feel sad. In the deep autumn, the flowers and leaves are broken, but they calmly welcome the alternation of the seasons, while I am in the bleak place, feeling sad for them.
This kind of sadness may be due to the sentimentality of human beings! We use our own thinking to express our grief and joy to all things in the world.
In fact, it is not true. All things in the world have their own life trajectory. They come and go leisurely, free and free, neither happy nor sad, and are also the best practitioners in the world.
Sitting in late autumn, my thoughts are so lively and so imaginative, and my pen tip is so sentimental. The gray sky is still dark, and the heart is still filled with a little sorrow.
Looking at the late autumn, my thoughts overlap, which is Yingying’s reluctance and a quiet autumn story. I admit that I am not the best practitioner. Because I cannot break the Zen in the world and cannot escape the ignorance, anger, grudges and grudges in the world.
