Falling leaves with the wind

The leaves can only sway with the wind and finally fall into the soil. I don't know where it will be taken by the wind in the middle. I don't know where I will stop in the future, and I don't know where the transfer station will revolve around my "travel." The leaves can only be carried by the wind one by one, but they don’t know where their end is. Maybe in the end, I will go to Angang in a backcountry. Every day, people walk on it again and again. It won’t hurt or say it, and people have used it as a habit. They have re-growed new life in the deeper and tighter soil they pressed over and over again. It may also be dried in the sun in front of a door that has not been occupied for a long time, and its descendants are taken away by the wind and brought to an unknown environment by the wind. You can only adapt to this environment slowly, and you can't "reverse" it. From no one thought about the "category" of falling leaves will eventually become what, even "he" does not know where he will be rooted or wandering, only fluttering through the life.

Even the fallen leaves can only be like this, then what about people? Perhaps no one will ever think about this problem, and will not look at where the leaves are. In fact, I think people are similar to fallen leaves. When I was still young, I hope that when I grow up, I can go to places I can't go. This is just a dream of growing up when I was young. As time goes by, we will slowly share the promises or appointments of the childhood as a joke. And when did you think that your current joke is the dream of the year? These can only change with time. When you are in an unfamiliar area, no one knows, you can only "swimming" like this, I don't know where my destination is, and I don't remember the dreams and promises of the hour. Some only survive, just fill your stomach. In fact, which dreams are not changing, but some have realized a new dream, and some just forgot the original truth in order to survive in this world. Can't support him to stand firm in one place. I don't know where my end is standing, where the starting point will be, and some are just the things that happen in the middle of the leaves.

People and fallen leaves may not be able to catch up with fallen leaves. Falling leaves in the wind is like going out, earning money to support the family, I don’t know how long it will take. The transfer station of fallen leaves is the endless transformation of people's journey. I don't know when I can settle down and live in my own house. Can only live without a fixed place.

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