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Falling leaves are not only in autumn.

When I was very young, I knew the truth that "falling leaves know autumn", and it seemed that the green of the trees should naturally disappear in autumn. Therefore, it is always a shame to believe that the natural death of life is always a kind of regret, such as the leaves of a tree that fall helplessly wither.

One summer day, I went for a walk in a small forest alone. A leaf fell lightly into my hairline, and then it was a patch of green green, and death and fear passed over my heart; It turns out that a lush leaf can fall in summer, and the leaves don't just fall in autumn!

I thought that when I was young, it was like a long walk that could be walked slowly, and a very hearty ** could be listened to over and over again, and I rarely thought about what to grasp in particular, or what to cherish in particular. Many things are squandered, and many things are given up, such as time, love, ideals, career. Look at the figure that is still walking like flying in the sun, and there are no regrets.

Dafan sees life as a natural process of perfection, and the rings are slowly sewn together, and life is a kind of passivity rather than agency. This kind of person does not spend a short time creating something, but spends a lot of time waiting for something. When I was young, if I thought that life was a distant journey, that could withstand careless delays, like a summer leaf leisurely gazing at autumn, then, if not that it was a mediocrity, at least, I dare say that no miracles would happen in such a life, or no miracles at the age when miracles should have happened.

A leaf can sprout green before spring comes, or it can wither after autumn, which is the true continuation of life. The same can be true of human life, if one wills.

You're a dragonfly, touching the middle of my lake.

Then my memories were dressed in ripples, and even loneliness was finely embroidered, and so far, I am young and beautiful.

The autumn wind scattered the cold silence on the earth, and there was a whisper in the bright sun. I listened attentively, but all the news about you in the wind is called silence, and every time I miss it, I forget it.

I don't blame you for not reading Yeats's affectionate poems to me, for we didn't meet head-on, but you happened to pass by in the middle of my lake when you were too tired; I should not blame you for holding my breath with a sycamore leaf, for the anchor inside you is too heavy, and you do not look forward to another adventurous voyage; I should not blame you, exchange a moment of lovesickness for my eternal memory, because you have a pair of wings to fly, and you are destined to travel far away from me.

You're a dragonfly, touching the middle of my lake.

Then, the sound of wings fluttering faded away from my panic. But your departure did not restore me to peace, and I fell into a whirlpool of sorrow. The graceful lines of the ripples converged into resistance and encircled my heart.

You woke me up from the depths of my dreams, but only to tell me that you should stay away from the June rain with a kite, and I could only stay where I was. I sealed all our secrets in the woods and sent them to the fall. I hid in Aki's clothes and thought back to my feelings at ---

It was a dragonfly dream forever, and it seemed to be awake before it even began.

You're a dragonfly, touching the middle of my lake.

I mistook the ending for the beginning, and I still couldn't believe that my fate with you was gradually dissipating with the ripples. You broke through my sight and disappeared into the blue of the sky.

So I knew. You are no longer a dragonfly, and I am no longer in the middle of the lake.

So the phoenix flower aroused not only the memory of becoming a butterfly in childhood, but also a pity for a young man's dream of becoming a phoenix. The impression of the fiery flower and the soft singing sound sounded the boy's dream, and he realized that he was neither a phoenix nor a sycamore. When I finally saw my face in a broken dream, it turned out to be just a teenager, and it turned out to be just a frightening dream.

Lin Qingxuan's "Broken Hung Voice".

Appreciation: I always thought that Lin Qingxuan's words were all Zen or fables, but I didn't expect such lyrical and beautiful words. While the author writes about phoenix flowers, he also writes about the noble sycamore, the phoenix of nirvana and the young Li song.

Time passes, but parting always makes us sad and helpless, but the phoenix flowers are still blooming so warmly, reflecting the sadness of parting.

2. Hope comes from disappointment, and struggle begins with adversity, as a poet said: people with hunger must digest well, people with urgent feelings must be efficient, and people with crisis must make rapid progress.

3. Don't wander under a tree, don't meditate in the rain, don't cry in the dark. Look ahead, don't look back, as long as you have the courage to face and look up, you will find that the haze of scores is just a short rainy season. Looking ahead, there is still a bright sky that does not make people feel hesitant.

4. The soft sunlight hangs obliquely on the branches and leaves of the pine and cypress, which looks so quiet and solemn, the green lawn and the white cement road are on the shore, the footsteps are so light and light, but everyone's hearts are so excited and thoughts surge.

5. The ocean of life is not like the rippling West Lake, with the flow of time, it is sometimes calm like a mirror, sometimes the waves are splashing, and sometimes the waves are soaring into the sky......People tend to come out stronger after being tested by strong winds and waves.