A piece of maple red, dyed in late autumn

At the frost dusk, I opened the window on a whim to look for the trace of late autumn. I had been looking for the whole dusk even at night. It seemed that I couldn’t find the golden color representing autumn in the southern part of nuoda. The full maple trees were as red as fire, which dyed the south of the Yangtze River into a Red Corridor. The original golden yellow was covered by pieces of red leaves. When Red Maple dyed in late autumn, some worries about autumn had already begun to stay away from us, although some people said that Red Maple represented parting. Picking up a piece of falling maple leaves, I tried to sketch the red maple and sorrow to draw a straight line of intersection, but I could not draw the outline all the time. In my vague memory, your words were engraved all the time: when the maple leaves were fluttering all over the mountain, they would not be far from getting together. Autumn is full of Frost, Maple is red like fire, everything means that my memory, like the clicked notebook, is opened and alive again. Looking through the red maple leaves in hand repeatedly, it seemed that the whole late autumn of Jiangnan lived in this red maple. Who, breathed like blue and walked through the misty rain of Jiangnan, a gentle greeting, a deep flute sound, and the laughter, sent me back to that autumn? Red Maple, you are like a key, let me open the locked heart lock. The oncoming wind is also urging me to hurry up. I was silent, and the past flashed. Xiao Qu’s red seems to be the only dress in late autumn. The East Mountain surrounded by red maple is in silence, burning a sunset glow. The cold wind stepped on two strings of footprints that could not be returned, which shivered the poor autumn night. A soft falling Maple Leaf gently held hands in the alley. The blue flagstone road falling down from maple leaves can grow from the sky to the ground, just like the best love, holding hands, never separate. You gently blew Xiao and gave all the emotions to the melody, which was the most emotional song I heard. In the past, my mind unexpectedly seemed to break a string and fall down all over the ground in time, place, characters and events. Sky no wind, dust alive. At the corner of the street, another red maple leaf fell in front of me. In a hurry, I heard your gentle breath. The voice stared at the falling red maple leaf. I had been listening to a voice. It hid in the panic stretching out from the maple leaves; It lingered in the branches and the Earth, abandoned in the air, and finally fell into the soil on the ground. The night was abandoned, and the whole south of the Yangtze River was in waiting. The sound is very low, some things are withering. Therefore, I tried my best to listen, together with Jiangnan and red maple. Keep a posture, in the wind, in the rain. This kind of sound makes pedestrians who return at night no longer afraid of darkness; This kind of sound makes the moon preserve the brilliance of five thousand years one by one. This kind of sound makes autumn cold warm; This kind of sound makes Lonely waiting meaningful. This kind of voice is saying, wait, when the Maple leaves turn red, I will come back, get together with you, and no longer separate. Waiting for maple red again and again, waiting again and again, from young youth to depressed youth, I seem to become another person. A piece of red maple witnessed all this. My hair had white spots and my eyes had crow’s feet. However, the blood flowing in my body waits for my soul together with the maple red again and again, even if the world is old! When the night was coming, the late autumn was changing makeup. The Red Maple was everywhere. The autumn wind blew through, just like countless red butterflies flying all over the sky, fluttering and falling one after another, which dyed the late autumn red. Looking up at the sky, with expectation, a piece of red brought a vigorous reunion. One year, one month, one day, in the name of waiting, I planted a piece of red maple in the south of the Yangtze River between you and me.

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