Suddenly some trance.
Autumn went to a year. Each spring and summer, watching the birth of new shoots, fragrant flowers in full bloom, a pool Irene, Kingston lotus, I always fear the advent of autumn, frightened sorrow Depression, leaving only after the frightened all shredded here is the wreckage ...... can not escape throughout the year in Beijing, while slightly cold wind, thanks to spend on the leaves to yellow, autumn came.
But Beijing's autumn, and always enjoyable.
Impression, cool and bright blue sky is always, always intermittent rain, the wind always just let you scaled back, leaves always just make you stop.
The impression that there is always "boundless despair", mountain view red, yellow, and green overlap; there are always "a few wandering" reward Pianfei dancers and leaves all over the floor.
Both pleasure and sadness; both warm, and cold; not only builds Yue, crazy and sad God; both eager to embrace and want to struggle alone -
everything is just right in the unity of opposites.
This year is somewhat different, as if nothing were delayed a little.
Campus corner, between the night light orange leaf, the foliage lit translucent; piece trails on both sides, there is no accumulation of the blade.
Many, many branches of leaves, they are going to think?
They are aware of their future destiny, knowing that there is always a gust of wind or rain blew himself will know from life in the future will not be easy; a long period of time in the future, which are likely to continue to look back, will ever Yiyi dismay, front fog will collapse confused, will not see a trace of hope from afar skeptical and shaky; sometimes it would feel useless, and sometimes it will tell myself that everything is still poised at the end of far, far away places, long, long time in the future, do not worry; sometimes it can not see their peers, feel they have been isolated, it will sometimes think, after all, life is a lonely practice, naked come and go without care , be subject they are strong enough ......
In the year leaves are also growing. As more and more of a fan opened the door, there are many in quietly left: those fellow travelers, those feelings, those different times ...... One year leaves. It seems to understand more and more, getting better and better, but found that put a question mark on more things had never tangled, intimate side, like-minded who leaves less and less; more and more as if Zoran independent, but I do not know whether it has been affected by their own aversion of silt; want to look back once, but found no such option ......
This year also somewhat different.
I remember three years ago, that holding a big Salvinia, admired, lamented the high school seniors sister school of the little female athletes; two years ago, faced with the pressure of the test was smug, brave "struggle" warrior; a year ago, rickety roller coaster, stumbled people. Can not say, this is what I feel just as if everything is in my hand, and if nothing grip.
As a future only launched a little bit of a huge picture, standing in front of people is so small, do not know what to think, what is the right approach. But each section of the road, all should be so trying, exploring, bumped the side of the wall, to reach for days he reached step by step, but also tears With a smile through it. Can do is do our best, no regrets it.
The road ahead, it would not "always, prosperous Italy," I do not hope so. Road, she looked. Not to the end, do not say goodbye.
——LL
2019.10.19