There is a cool breeze blowing in the room, the moon is visible outside the window, the lamps and candles are warm, and the cold dew is beginning to appear.

The night always carries too many emotions. We always talk about the unknown, but how many unknowns are there? I tried to write, but I couldn't express anything.

There are no words or sentences that can clearly describe this.

References to the past are inevitable.

When I look at the moon, it is always not round, helpless, unchangeable, and silent. Over the years, when I think of it, I am still sad, empty, and incomplete. In fact, it is

Most stories have a beginning and no end.

Many people I meet regularly have not said goodbye yet, but have gradually lost contact over the years.

And those who said a lot, I will ask you again when I have time, did not promise again, and were buried by time. Later, many years later, it was obvious that these people had no time to see you again, and they would not do it without money.

See you again.

This is just a tacit lie, but no one has the courage to expose it and try to maintain a false lie. So some people who have thought about it for many years remember more and more clearly that they cannot put down the words between the lines, they are just a few words on the paper.

Poetry. In this infinite cycle, the world fluctuates, just like a big dream, experiencing some real things. Perhaps, what cannot be retained must be returned to the years.

Many people will not appear for a long time, just to accompany you on a journey. Or, maybe as we grow up, we do not have the courage to cross the sea of ​​​​people.

In the cold wind of late autumn, the hearts of the world are constantly shaking.

In fact, these hearts may not bloom for long, because I have never been fascinated by them during my daily morning exercises.

It was already mid-October when I noticed the complexity of these people's hearts.

well!

Why are these hearts so enthusiastic when they bloom in early autumn.

When these hearts were about to be blown to death by the autumn wind, I saw their beauty and remembered how brilliant these hearts once were.

Fortunately, they were still happy.

Although there was no desire to show their spirit in the past, the temperament has been lost and never will be! A human heart or a cluster of human hearts is enough to see through a person's life and to see the cyclical trajectories of the sun and various stars in the universe.

Of course, you can also understand the desolation and complexity of the world in the environment where the human heart grows.

Maybe this cluster of hearts opens in early autumn and has been preparing for a long time from winter to early autumn, but the seasonal transient is only a moment.

When the joy ends, the season will not wait, the sun will not wait, and then the autumn wind will blow, the cold will hit, and life will be like a climate that will not allow it to extend the flowering period into the winter world.

why not?

It takes a short century for a person to understand the way of life, and it is only when he is old that he opens the door to life.

The years are like songs and life is in a hurry.

In the infinity and disorder of the world, it is not easy for us to find the clarity of living people. Before we have time to sort it out, we have entered the ambiguity of the old era. I walked slowly next to this group of people in the park.

I'm afraid that when the sun rises tomorrow, I won't be able to see people's hearts today.

It seems that no one understands my thoughts.

They slowly withered.

They want to show me the most beautiful side before winter comes and show it to the world.

Seeing this scene, I no longer feel sad.

I feel that every step of life is a compliment to life.

I no longer regret it.

I think today's heart is a celebration of life until the end of autumn.

Praise me for seeing people's hearts, praise people for seeing me. I walked out of Century Park and set foot on the road home.

I saw a lot of withered leaves along the road, and the landscape vegetation along the Huanshui wooden plank road was also almost withered.

Some familiar figures walked by, either hunched over or pushing a car carrying their grandchildren, walking slowly, old and silent. Many of them were brothers who sang with me after drinking at the South Gate Terraces!

But today, I saw the sadness of aging on the faces of these people, and they sadly punished themselves with the autumn cold of the years! Life is short, and the dazzling time passes by in an instant.

There is no need to linger, just like the human heart in autumn.

The blooming days are short, but autumn is not cold and the flowers are indestructible!
Chapter completed!