Deciduous love

I went to another space to see a fallen leaf on the other side… I can follow this path, find and maintain the source of my life. I can follow this road until my life runs out. The memory of following a period of time, there is the rays of sunlight from far away, falling in the narrow annual rings of my years. A pair of warm palms floated in my heart, calling me among the large flowers, vaguely clear and affectionate. Open the wings of the soul and fly over the green grass one after another, just like a butterfly letting go of poetry. The pictures of the past, in the suddenly enlightened words and sentences, follow me and run all the way. However, I just want to get to the other side of the bank to see the last fallen leaves in autumn before the spring comes. On the road, there were many winds one after another, and a lot of virtual soil was brought up by the wind. In this way, there would be more wind and dust on my road. Whether the fallen leaves waiting for me are still waiting in the wind, trying hard not to let the wind sweep away. Your detached fall is a state that I can’t reach in my whole life. I can only sigh and think in your fall. I want to ask why I love you? Love your detachment and separation? Love your farewell in the wind? In fact, what I love most about you is that you don’t make trouble. The purity of life, the purity of falling. In my life, I only have two colors, green and yellow. Some people say that you are the outcast of Qiu. After leaving the tree, I left the paradise where I could show off my beauty. However, you have no tears, only the color of dusk expresses your sorrow. After all, you have not violated your life. I am still in love with your grieving youth. Like you, you used to hang your youth on high branches, in the green, boundless. Nowadays, youth has already become the statue of the past, leaving behind an astringent salty taste on the dry beach after ebb tide. Alas, sigh the youth, time has passed away, and there is no trace. Why not be detached like fallen leaves. Learn to forget gradually in time. The wind also brought the message of flowers. Drinking this thick and strong flower in the wind seemed to see the beautiful smile of flowers, calling my soul. The fallen leaves were placed on the road. Spring had arrived ahead of time. That garden was about to become a resting one. Every flower was the other shore where I stopped. Colorful pens in spring have begun to describe mountains, rivers and fields. A leaf that began to sprout smiled in the sunshine and said to me: in autumn, I will tell you a secret.

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