A touch of autumn

After dinner, I asked my classmates to go for a walk by the river. To be exact, it was by the East River of Pingshui. I can’t get out of there, maybe there is a Mark I can’t erase, maybe there is no place to go. The Tiger was very powerful in autumn yesterday, but it changed its face this morning. The wind changed direction and told us to take off the summer clothes. I am still a dress, because the temperature in the room remains the same. But walking by the river at night, I can’t wear more than a three-quarter sleeve cardigan. The elegant mood was blown up by the autumn wind, and the curly hair was cut continuously and tangled in those years. Walking slowly, I saw the ground was blown by the wind, and piles gathered together and flew around. I thought it was osmanthus, but it didn’t smell good when I held it. It turned out to be the composition of autumn’s obstacles. People are like the picture scroll of the season, sweeping away the frivolous youth. It is hard to avoid losing the mood and recalling the peach blossom once. It was also the remaining Lotus of the breeze, and the quiet Moon was hanging in the air, and also reflected in the water. The wind is still blowing faintly, crumpling the moon in the water and the appearance of the season. There are few pedestrians on the delicate bluestone slab, which is curved and stretchy. Red, green and yellow street lamps light up the night grass and the heart of the river, and the dreamlike color cannot recall the simple smile of the past. A couple sat in the corner of the pavilion, enjoying limited sweetness. Occasionally, a couple of couples walking like flying, who are not young, seem to be particularly nostalgic for this colorful and helpless world of mortals. Walking on the rustling leaves, I talked with my classmates while walking. It seemed that there were endless topics. It is not the most real thing, because it is too heavy. But I still said something irrelevant about the people or things I used to be. The bottom of each other is still not touched. I know everyone has something hard to say. Time is struggling on the branch, time is lost from ignorance, spring flowers are cold, and I prefer the silence and indifference of autumn in front of me. The Silent Night, the Moonlight is elegant, and the charm is strong. Dongjiang River is leisurely, once crossed my smiling face, carrying your love, heading to each other’s heart. I don’t know when a stone sail on the shore was blown away by the wind? Disappear with beautiful love. I remember that year I said to you: this river has no Stone sail, and thus has no spirituality and direction. A few years later, our story also ended. The stone sail indeed has the effect of finishing touch. But after the strong wind blew that year, no one came to rebuild it, and it is still incomplete until now. If I remember correctly, I have taken the scenery photos of that year, but I can’t find them. It is doomed to be completely lost. The construction time of this river was not long, and it should be less than 10 years. It was also painstaking. Many stone tablets were engraved with words about Shaoxing culture. After the completion of Dongjiang, we met each other, and we also left many words for each other. Some words are doomed in the dark. Fate has a premonition of sadness at the beginning. Believe it or not, it will be fulfilled. I once wrote a poem to you like this: my god of love, even if you come late, you will quietly approach me after my long waiting and in my faint expectation. However, after a burst of ecstasy, my heart returned to the original loneliness. However, I still want to thank you for giving me a long moment in this short life. Today, I heard a sentence touching me when I watched TV: The better a person writes poems, the more miserable the emotional fate is. No matter our love is still deep, the steps of separation have not stopped. Seasons change four times a year, and you and me will never go back. Years never let you and me meet again. Although there is only one river, it seems to have been separated for a lifetime. Love is scattered in the gap of time, which lasts for 4 years in a flash. Are you okay? The water of Dongjiang River is still calm, and a song of thousands of Que is always melodious around my ears.

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