Prose phenology spring in the south: looking at a grand fallen leaf

In the spring in the south, there will always be a grand fallen leaf. Moved by the unique wetness of spring, withered and yellow leaves fall from the branches one after another, and the tacit leaves come in a hurry and can't wait to fall to the ground, laying on the road layer by layer. This doesn't seem to be the scene in spring. Spring returns and everything germinates, but they just choose spring as the end of a cycle. They are reluctant to let the tree spend the winter naked, and when the weather is warm and the new leaves sprout, they will bid farewell to the branches safely. In a blink of an eye, the branches are as green as clouds.

As a southerner, although I watch camphor trees change leaves every year, I am always amazed. Yes, the old and the new change too quickly, as if overnight. It is refreshing to go out in the morning and see the new green clouds wrapped in rain and fog. A few years ago, I was very happy to see camphor trees change leaves. This year, I have a different mood. A few years ago, I always silently marveled at the beauty of the new leaves of camphor trees. This year, I began to feel the heaviness of fallen leaves.

Have this feeling, perhaps because of age, perhaps because of the season. I began to feel middle-aged this year, and I will give myself pressure from time to time. The past time seems so far away from me. What happened yesterday is hard to remember. I suddenly feel that there is something new in my life, and I want to get it back, but I don't have that taste. It is this mentality that makes me feel close to the fallen leaves. The freshness of young leaves will not last long, and then it will be a long "adult" period until it turns yellow. Fallen leaves naturally fall into the soil. Magnificence is the scenery in others' eyes, and they don't care. When people reach middle age, they can understand the consciousness of falling leaves.

When the leaves were changed, the camphor tree was nearly clear, which I had never noticed in previous years. In other words, I never paid attention to Tomb-Sweeping Day in previous years. A strange dream the other day suddenly reminded me that it was almost Qingming. I dreamed of a classmate and wanted to contact him, but I couldn't find his phone number. When I woke up, I realized that he had passed away. Several people in our class went to the memorial service, so did I. He died before he was forty, and his parents were old and his daughter was young, which was very embarrassing. Sudden death in the prime of life leaves behind the bitterness of life. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, I miss my old friends. While regretting, I can only say that my life is fragile and I should know how to cherish it.

It shouldn't hurt spring, but Qingming evokes people's sadness.

In the misty rain, camphor tree leaves completed a life journey and began a new life journey.

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