If the autumn water is cold, I will wait

Life is waiting. When I was young, I was waiting for the summer when I grew up, so I could melt into the river and lake and enjoy myself with fish and water. I remember sitting on the brick dock ladder and watching those happy children in the middle of the river, I hope that I can play with it when a summer comes. Later I hope to grow up as a teenager, but it is all waiting. I always desire to reach the other side of my hope quickly. The years are just like this. When I am waiting for someone I love one day, I will walk slowly in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Most of the time, I will stand on the long levee looking at, and the wind going to the West will randomly disturb my untidy clothes, I know that my waiting is just a scenery in my life. No matter how much I want, it is only leaves in the wind. When it is floating or floating, when it is yellow or yellow. When I was in middle age, the moonlight at night disappeared. I heard that there was a tree in the full moon of the hour, and a bird kept pecking at the tree-cutter’s lunch. So, I often looked up at Yuji in the years after I was thirty years old. I hoped that tree that could not fall could bear rich fruits, but I could not see the bright sky. I remember a man told me that she was willing to become a tree beside the road just to wait for her beloved to pass by, so she had another name called a Flower Tree tree. The flowers bloom quietly and wait quietly. However, I still lost her one day, not forgetting, but finding the clean Moonlight I thought in my heart, just like the dust covered, for a long time, forget to wipe away, and then don’t know the life covered by dust. I walked all the way and lost all the way. When I looked back, it was all things that I once thought were very precious, but I was still looking forward to it. I think what it would be like ten years or two years later. I am still a prodigal son, still walking along the way, then looking forward and back. After looking back, he finally didn’t feel confused or seventy years. Looking back, the days gradually increased, those people or things that have experienced have gone through the clouds before they realize that the starting point and the ending point are actually at one point. When I think it is still at the beginning, the ending point has already arrived. In August, when the autumn wind begins, the season is also waiting. For example, when the spring wind blows peaches and other fruits, summer comes, Xia Lei hits Grain Valley and waits for autumn, so autumn comes, and the autumn water is getting colder, are you still waiting? Should it be waiting for the snow to come? Is the floating snow falling the end? In the gradually melting world, I heard Lark’s singing again, which turned out to be a reincarnation. Therefore, don’t be sad, wait, is a kind of expectation for life, even if this life has sunset, isn’t it said that there is an afterlife? The next life is still very long. Who will say that the autumn water is getting colder, isn’t it waiting?

Zan (prose editor: prose online) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…