Prose appreciation: Chen's works | Another year in existence.
The wind blows in the morning, and the gauze in the morning can't keep up with the overwhelming autumn cool. I can't help but sigh sincerely. This is really a cool autumn!
There are no fallen leaves, only tiny pink petals. The tall plane trees, ginkgo trees and crape myrtle trees on both sides of Yingbin Street in the urban area where I live, with rice-like petals falling all over the floor, are slightly indifferent, flamboyant and gorgeous, slowly emitting with a faint clear temperament, and slowly conquering people walking on the road from the inside out.
Words about autumn, dipped in the breeze and bright moon, are written year after year Whenever the forest is dyed, my thoughts will fly, and some feelings will be recorded, such as enjoying the fallen leaves and fruitful results. For example, watch a flower in full bloom. ...
I like autumn. Autumn has always been my favorite season. I like this cold silence and coolness, neither too cold nor too hot. No dew, no frost, no fallen leaves, no strong wind. The noise is gone, the heat is gone, and the desolation has never passed. At this time, people feel the breath of autumn wind stroking the forest leaves, the coolness of autumn rain wetting their faces, and a sense of belonging that seems to be hidden now floats in their hearts. This is the combination of heart and nature, emotion and external things. "When you enter a cool environment, you will have a happy heart." This autumn joy seems to suddenly receive a bright eye from someone who has secretly loved for many years. When you look back on the past intentionally or unintentionally, your joy is beyond words.
Time flies, and it's another year in Qiu Lai. Under the window eaves, it seems like yesterday. Two swallows are still holding mud to build a house. However, after a burst of autumn wind and autumn rain, their children are already feeding a new generation.
Open the window in the morning, the autumn wind blows, stretch out your hands and wrap them with your fingers. Looking at autumn scenery, which is still lush in the distance, I can't help rushing downstairs, leaving the community, strolling in the green ocean in autumn, turning on my mobile phone and shooting this autumn autumn scenery. ...
Not far from the crossroads garden, there are red, yellow and pink chrysanthemums, as many as 300 pots, black plastic flowerpots like lunch boxes, each with four or five flowers, and dozens of people are squatting there with flower hoes to plant flowers.
At the corner of the road, I heard the cicada singing, faint and thin, as if singing a ditty, bitter and lingering. Without the deadly high-pitched and fanaticism of the past midsummer, I was no longer hoarse, and I was no longer the overlord of the whole summer, but was silent.
Pink petals on the sidewalk were scattered all over the floor, and they were soft and moist after the rain. Two sanitation workers, silently sweeping the fallen flowers. Tall ginkgo, Lagerstroemia indica and Sophora japonica trees are arranged on the roadside. After a while, they will sweep the old leaves off the tree. The sanitation workers are sweeping away the fallen flowers, and I continue to walk, each with its own ease and irrelevance. Each other is both a scenery and a pass.
Not far from the street park, it is the community where I live. When I strolled near, I was shocked by the loofah seedlings that climbed from the wall to the fence nearly three meters high, because they grew in the gap between the bricks and steel bars outside the fence, and the green seedlings with yellow flowers on them were shaking. I can't help shivering. It was a plant growing in a rock, and suddenly a tragic feeling seized me. It not only grows in the crevices of the barren soil, but also climbs the high fence with tenacious vitality, and produces yellow flowers, which brings incomparable vitality to the community and forms a beautiful landscape.
I hurried across the fence and took a closer look. More than 20 towel gourd seedlings struggled out of the cracks in the bricks like Parthenocissus tricuspidata. Every seedling climbed to the top of the fence and spread all the flowers. They ignore the difficulties of the environment and the heaviness of garbage, just like the fairies in fairy tales, they can grow and blossom no matter how much obstacles they encounter, silently showing the power of everything and smiling peacefully.
Time and season are scattered, and flowers fall in one season, which hurts my thoughts. Even if the wind doesn't blow, the green plants crawling all over the wall still smell. There is also a maple leaf in the distance, which soon dyed all the layers of the forest and decorated it with colorful flowers this autumn.
It's another year in Qiu Lai, and we don't have to sigh hand in hand. In the past years, the petals are smashed into mud and crushed into ashes. Blooming and withering can't represent anything, but a process. You know, some beautiful things will gradually leave us. Life itself is a process of constant gain and loss. You can't keep anything Time will tell you everything slowly.
Standing in front of the autumn window, looking at mottled trees and branches without flowers, I will sigh in my heart. We are all passers-by of time, and we can't recover the past of reincarnation. We only stay in the wind and smoke of the years, half cold and half warm.
The water flows on the moon, and a window is comfortable. Although life is like autumn, there are subtle nicks between eyebrows and eyes, but I think it is the embodiment of maturity. There may not be colorful leaves, but there is more abundance between the branches and leaves, which is also a quiet perfection. It's like the feeling that the autumn waters are long, the poetry is long, and the clouds are light and the wind is light.
Flying freely is a dream, and endless rain is as fine as sorrow.
Looking at the autumn leaves falling in front of us, although the years have been dyed thin and cool, there will always be flowers blooming and falling. Feel the autumn season, stand under the high sky and pray silently from the bottom of my heart. For those who have walked through my life, for those who have walked with me and warmed me, I hope that the world will be peaceful and the years will be quiet from now on. ...
May the autumn of life be rich and quiet!
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