I won’t worry about this season

Once again, I passed by the Grove of the campus. The tall trees always gave me a firm and fulfilling feeling. They recorded the years in the annual rings, watching the people passing by the Tree Day after day year. By accident, the years old their faces and let the sad light Moss climb over their bodies. When the cool breeze came, the tree shivered, leaving only branches shaking lonely in the wind. The crisp beating sound of branches is just like the epiphyllum blooming alone in the middle of the night, which is both delightful and sad. This is the fate of the tree. There will be leaves falling and flowers blooming eventually. Without the free and easy leaves, how can there be flourishing leaves in the coming year? I lowered my head and said nothing. I walked through the woods, and the rustling voice was still clear in my mind. In such a season, how many literati and scholars were worried? The boundless falling trees were rustling, the Yangtze River was rolling, the autumn wind was bleak and the weather was cool, the plants were shaking down and exposed to Frost, the curtains rolled to the west, and people were thinner than yellow flowers. Are you worried about me this season? I ‘d better ignore it. I am just a student, and I am a poet who dances literature and ink. Imagine how many people who passed by under the tree had the same sadness as mine. Maybe they were also free from the sadness soon. We don’t have to be sad, because every season has its mission. Spring is gorgeous, summer is wild, autumn is Golden Harvest, winter is covered with silver makeup. Years, you are changing in such a hurry. I grow up day by day without any reason. One day I will leave here, travel to another strange city, and then fall in love with that strange city, I will be a lone goose, soaring in the sky full of vicissitudes. Now, my mind is like a kite with broken lines, swinging in the air and never finding a destination. Let’s just take a math book and look at the unfamiliar formula theorem, letting the afterglow of the sunset fall into the room.

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