Another autumn is coming

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons of reincarnation, and the fall of the leaves, my thoughts are like a solid river. The figure was a statue, sitting quietly on the steps in front of the door, his eyes resting on the big tree in front of the door, and his eyes on the bustling leaves. Slowly fall, slowly yellow, and slowly fall asleep. It seems that there are only the leaves that float on the clouds.

Year after year, day after day. The thoughts that I seem to have forgotten, like being caught by a breeze, jumping and laughing on the thin clouds. As if to tell us again: Summer has quietly passed, and autumn is coming again!

The sun is warm and cool, silent, and has been turned into a gauze, quietly wrapping the statue. The autumn wind calls the clouds, taking away this fragile package, letting the fate make it experience, and let it experience the test of fate setbacks.

Tears ooze in the parcels, ticking, moisturizing yellow leaves, they are green again, and escape the loneliness of autumn. The stone that protruded from the river was the stone of the statue. The people who wanted to cross the river saw the scenery on the opposite side, but they were soaked, and they shook a layer of outerwear. They were still silent, such as a respected old man, silently contributing. Years are long, the waves are bright, the bubbles are scattered, only you are still as old.

Seeing the yellow and yellow leaves falling in pieces, it is inevitable to regret it, but they are also valuable, turning into fertile resources to supply the nutrition of the trees. Can not help but think of a poem by Gong Zizhen; "Red is not a ruthless thing, turned into a spring mud to protect the flowers."

Under the warmth of the autumn wind, I fell in love with this season of falling leaves. This is a mature season. It is a cool season. It is a "golden" season. This season is yellow, which makes me understand how long the farmer’s uncle has planted fruit trees and waited for the fruit to mature. Fertilizing and watering the fruit trees, carefully and carefully, is a "golden harvest season". This season, the group of people likes it, not just myself.

The statue in orange veil seems to have turned into the yellow leaf, but it has retreated, because the yellow leaf is unable to break away from the swaying of Qiaofeng, without the warmth of the sun, without the dazzling light. Only the sculpture with the veil is beautiful and far-reaching. The thoughts in the eyes are smashing the loneliness, picking up the waves of the sea, and smashing the solidified river to make the radiance shine.

May the sculpture leap with the gauze and leap.

Hangzhou Liangzhu Second Middle School: Chen Xingyue