Love Letter to Four Seasons ~ October

Autumn once gave me the feeling that the harvest was yellow, the eyes were full of rich gold, the waves of bumper rice rolling in the wind, and the smiles and longings on my parents' faces in my childhood memories.

gradually, the years have made me hide my joys and sorrows in the seasons. I don't know when I started. Because of my growth, I buried my mind in the green and yellow seasons, and I entrusted joy and sadness with the change of seasons for no reason.

Spring originally gave people hope, but it was a single green color that made people daydream about the future. Although summer is colorful and colorful, it is also the flowers that are in full bloom with their lives in return for the green leaves.

In order to appreciate the colors of autumn, and to stay in the season, I made an appointment with Haitao to take photos in the Botanical Garden. This is also the agreement of middle-aged people who are rushing around in the lotus swaying season, but they were able to take time out in mid-autumn.

Xu Jing and I are literary friends of Huifeng Literature Training Camp. Although we talked on WeChat, we have never met. We are both friends of Haitao. When we were in contact with each other with mobile phones, we all saw Haitao standing under that artificial tree. We came to each other, and we knew who the other was without introduction. We crossed the handsome guy who looked at us smiling from left to right and shook hands at once.

two women walked into the botanical garden with laughter all the way, accompanied by photographers. First of all, choose a piece of Yang Shulin with falling leaves, and the poplar trunk in autumn is clean and pure. I came to the photographer from the straight trunk, stepping on the softness under my feet, imagining a kind of demeanor, and taking confident and artificial steps again and again. Every time I walked to Haitao and said stop, I tripped over two bricks, but I still held my head high, which did not affect the smile on my face. For the sake of effect, Xu Jing also tacitly matched two scarves for my red trench coat.

Xu Jing is a classical beauty with elegant manners, wearing a dark floral slim dress, slender and graceful. Long ponytail and thick bangs. There are many tricks when taking pictures, and it is very lens-like. She and Haitao are old friends, so she bullied her patience, made all kinds of gestures that I envied and couldn't do. Seeing that her work was both beautiful and charming, it suddenly aroused my old heart and took a lot of photos according to the two creative ideas.

if it weren't for this photo shoot, I wouldn't have appreciated the autumn colors so carefully. In fact, I have always hated the sound of autumn, and all the sounds and pictures of autumn leaves sweeping away make me disappointed. I have cried in the autumn wind countless times, and I have been sleepless all night in the autumn night. There is always a regret that I can't see anyone again in this life. Over the years, after several autumn frosts, I often deliberately avoid going outdoors. The bleakness of dead leaves and the sadness of hay will make me lonely and sad. However, this time in the autumn, in order to leave a beautiful scenery, we mobilized the most beautiful artistic conception to find the autumn color. That piece of yellow is not bleak and powerless. It is intertwined with the unique green maturity in autumn, the unpretentious and calm yellow, the unrestrained and warm red, and the ubiquitous plump tones. There are oil paintings in the field of vision.

The blue sky and white clouds are drunk in the red leaves, and the green leaves still try their best to hold the red and retain the yellow. Even if there are piles of fallen leaves, it is a picturesque scenery that Xu Jing holds in his hand. The continuous shooting function of the SLR camera captures the colorful fallen leaves in 3D motion. Coupled with Haitao's warm-hearted personality and tireless gentlemanly demeanor, we smiled happily at the samples, which made me forget my age for a time.

years are marked, tell time that we have been here. If you string your heart into red leaves, it is a serial maple feeling. If you paint love as an autumn color, it is a passionate embrace. It's not that the camera is sentimental, it's that we embellish the scenery, and the four seasons still rotate. Only we use the story of time to convey the true feelings of the world.

It coincides with the closing of the 17th training camp. This love letter is written to the persistence of loving literature and to the sincere friendship attached to words.

let's meet next season, no matter the words or the scenery!