Miss condenses into frost.

This article is dedicated to those who have left me.

Autumn, a lonely season,

Autumn is another season of missing.

That year, we met in autumn.

At that time, we said goodbye in autumn.

At that moment, I felt so cold this autumn.

Autumn wind, autumn rain, autumn sorrow, beginning, ending, missing, parting, all pain, all disappointment, all fate and autumn.

The autumn rain is continuous, as thin as silver and shaped like a water curtain. I caught a few raindrops in my hand and put them in my palm, and the chill seeped into my heart. The ancients can write it in autumn ci. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring tide, but I don't feel it. At this time, I stood under the eaves, and the coolness of clear autumn swept through my body, and I couldn't help shivering. Looking up at the sky, misty rain, this scene is like a blank sheet of paper, pale and empty, naturally there is nothing to talk about. Even the slightest sound of raindrops beating on the ground like ants will make people upset.

He said;

"He is eighty-five, and his physical condition is getting worse every day. Many times, his hands on the keyboard are shaking. After sitting for a long time, I feel very uncomfortable, and I feel much worse than before. Even if I call you on my mobile phone and send a WeChat, my eyesight and hearing will be impaired to some extent. Therefore, the message at this time may be the last. Even if there are more disappointments, I can only say goodbye to you and cherish it. Looking back carefully, I have many regrets in my life, all of which have passed away with the wind. Only you and I will accompany me far away, whether it is life or death. "

It was a late autumn night, and an old man in the northern border sent a message through the mailbox. Seeing the mail, I was silent and cried.

Unexpectedly, this really became our farewell in this life.

Autumn is not only bleak but also sad. The pleasant mood of "writing autumn with pink ink and missing it like a dream" made me know autumn again and fall in love with it. If we hadn't met on the starry Mid-Autumn Festival night, we wouldn't have such a stream-like story today, which may be coincidence or fate.

Ten years ago that autumn night, everything was silent. I hit the keyboard and write my life in words. At this time, a colorful avatar jumped in front of my eyes. I clicked unconsciously and entered his space. Walking in his space is like entering a colorful world. Calligraphy, photography, health care, reading, and various photos of life have deeply touched me. Looking at his information again, I was shocked; Kim, Korean, male, 75 years old, likes photography and travel. An ancient and rare old man, so elegant, made me very interested in him, so I accepted his request.

We know each other. His name is Jin, a Korean, and his hometown is at the foot of Changbai Mountain.

He said;

"We have snowed here. This is the first snow in the northland. Snowflakes are falling everywhere. I stood at the window and looked at the south from a distance. At this time, it is already late autumn, with red maple leaves, Huang Ju, green water and autumn waters, and all the beautiful scenery is in my mind. Looking at the water on the other side of the mountain, I really want to get close to the bank of the Yellow River, browse the natural landscape of the Yellow River flowing eastward, throw myself into the embrace of Taihang Mountain, look up at the majestic, steep and steep mountain and appreciate its straightness and beauty. I want to see my new friends. "

It is snowy in the north, and it is crisp in autumn here. Autumn is beautiful, and so are the fallen leaves. The cool autumn wind is blowing slightly, and the leaves nestled in the branches are swaying and dancing, like elegant ballet, like fairies descending to earth. Even if they fall to the ground, they are not helpless and sad. What they want to thank is that nature has given them a perfect home.

Pick up a fallen leaf at will, gently brush off a thin layer of dust on it, and the leaves will be golden and soft in an instant. Through the sunlight, the lines on the leaves are faintly visible. This crisscross thread is the thread of friendship between us. This leaf is a pink stationery engraved with a touch of acacia, which reads "Just frown, but go to my heart".

Accompanied by the early autumn breeze, bathed in the mid-autumn moonlight, drinking the late autumn frost alone. This colorful season is rendering my golden autumn dream with Kim.

He said;

"The vast sea of people, you and I get to know each other, know each other, for ten years. 360 days a year, 10 thousand days a year, I always like the flow of the wind, because of the existence of the wind, my heart will be close to you with the wind. Because of the existence of the wind, I always long for the wind to take you to the bank of Nenjiang River, to the bottom of Changbai Mountain and to my side. Here we enjoy the scenery of Nenjiang River and the charming scenery of Changbai Mountain. The northland wind is my messenger, and the northland wind is my stationery for writing thoughts. It conveys the pure and infatuated love between us. "

Autumn leaves are yellow, autumn leaves are red, autumn leaves have fallen, and it is another year. This autumn, I traveled to Lhasa. Because it was a trip, I met many people, all kinds of people, and the languages were mixed. When we travelers were sitting on the bus to Linzhi, the seat behind me was full of authentic Northeast dialect. "Lhasa is so beautiful" makes me move; In an instant, the voice and smile of old Jin Man Bingzhi suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. We have known each other for several years. We can only see our faces in the video and only hear our voices in the voice. In the video, you can see the old man's height 1 m 8, with a moderately fat figure and over 70 years old. He is deaf, blind and camel, and the unique face of Zhangdongbei people has been fixed in my mind all my life. Especially the old man's eyes, give an unforgettable impression. From his eyes, it is not difficult to see that kindness, openness, boldness, wisdom, frankness and kindness are all in him. Over time, coming and going, from appreciation and admiration to respect and infatuation, my heart was completely conquered by this old man in Northeast China. In my heart, he is my friend, my teacher, my elder and, more importantly, one of my lovers.

Before retiring, he was the party secretary of a railway bureau. In decades of leadership positions, he cultivated the elderly to understand, respect and trust others. So, from his manners, I came into contact with something I had never touched before. I learned something that I didn't. I just vaguely feel that we have met each other for a long time.

In my imagination, I wish that the northeast man sitting behind me is the dream man I miss day and night. Just when I looked back at the man behind me curiously, I was disappointed, not him. However, the appearance of the Northeastern behind me brought my thoughts back to old Jin Man Bingzhi.

He said;

"Whenever I turn on the computer, the first thing I want to see is your spatial dynamics. I am in your space, and I like reading your articles and photos. The laughter in your space, the joys and sorrows in your space, touch my heart all the time. The network is virtual, but our friendship is real. The world is a vast sea of people. It's really destiny takes a hand when you and I meet. We don't want to be together As long as you and I cherish this special love in our hearts, even if we never see each other again in this life, my life will be enough. "

A faint dawn, a faint sunset, and an encounter with autumn. Qiu Guang lazily landed on my window bar through the gap of autumn leaves. I looked at the distant northland by the column, and a faint meditation of indescribable chemistry came to my mind. On the long road of missing, I sometimes look up at the surging clouds, sometimes listen to the flowing water of the bridge, and sometimes feel sad and lonely. Everything is sharing the prosperity of the world with you. But sadly, when can we be together?

Miss a person is happy, miss a person is also painful. Looking forward to your guidance, I will condense my thoughts into clear water drops and connect them together. I will ride the wind to bring them to the vast horizon and bring my thoughts to you. Endless tears and long thoughts are sweet and astringent. "I am deeply in love, and the mountains in late autumn are shining." Autumn's gibberish is continuous, and autumn's lovesickness is strong. Even if thousands of miles apart, even if dark clouds are gathering, my thoughts of you will not be stopped in any way. Who knows that acacia is bitter, except for the clouds in the sky.

He said;

"In late autumn, I boarded Wutai Mountain, the five major religious sites in the world. Standing on the top of the vast platform overlooking the unique natural landscape below the mountain, I was shocked and hissed. The mountains around me are criss-crossed, tall and majestic. Being in the embrace of mountains, everything here makes me intoxicated. Walking, watching and playing with the mountains, one beautiful scenery after another inspired my reverence for the mountains. When I strolled into Wutai Mountain Temple, all worldly troubles were completely gone, and my heart was calm and moved.

Buddha said; "Everything is born by life, is life. Accidental meeting and sudden looking back are doomed to each other's lives, just for the moment when their eyes meet. "

Listening to the Zen sound of Buddhism and thinking about you in the distance can't help but be sad. Although it is destined to be close, there is no intersection. My heart is full of regrets.

Thousands of miles away, missing in the distance, floating clouds, write down infinite sadness. Our yearning is not the kind of madness and infatuation between lovers, but the fate of this life in exchange for 500 stares in previous lives. Even in the sweetness and pain, I quietly watched the fate come and go, and I want to pour out my feelings for you until dawn.

"The poem is written by ChanJuan, and the lyrics are Hà Thu. I like banyan trees, and the books are very elegant. There are two feelings when the fragrant plum is exhausted. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Hand in hand before flowers, hand in hand with eyes. Love in the eyes of the Tao, love in Chinese, and language in the middle. "

He said;

"Reading Tang poetry and Song poetry silently, I feel the love and attachment. Enjoy Meiju alone, sing a song of lovesickness, and express the interweaving of fate and love.

Walking out of the temple, mountains and rivers, singing and dancing, and mountain springs are all dull at this time. Everything in front of me is so naive and quiet. Zen sound, Zen language and Zen mind have purified my soul. I am a materialist. I don't believe in Buddhism or religion, but I believe in fate. Fate means that people are looking for you thousands of miles away. Fate means that you and I meet, and fate is also endless thoughts.

I just want to be with you in this life, not in the afterlife. "

When I finished reading the email sent to me by Jin Lao this time with tears in my eyes, I was more nostalgic and more disappointed. A heart torn in a dream has long been like a thread, blowing in the wind.

Immersed in autumn at any time, a cup of bitter and rich hot coffee is gently taken and put down, drinking more memories than coffee. When I met you, I fell into my heart at a glance, just like the willow meets the spring breeze, just like the crescent moon meets the strings, just like the mountain meets the running water.

Autumn waters are pregnant with people, and the heart is lonely. At this moment, it is the easiest to feel.

Once upon a time, the desk was full of stationery, one by one, line by line, writing beautiful, acacia, wandering in the old days, and sadness in my heart. There is my little smile between the lines, my charm and my snuggling up to you. Until the nib gradually cools down, until the stars and the moon sink.

Once upon a time, I enjoyed the autumn moon alone, staring at my eyes, pinning my infinite grief and weaving the sadness of acacia. "Tears ask flowers without words, and red flies through the ages." Unfinished love, lost sweet dreams, lost years, and endless expectations. ...

That day, I was shocked by two emails from Sanya. With a curious heart, I quickly opened my reading and realized it. Preach in the mail; "I have lived in the Northeast for decades, drinking the water in the Northeast and eating the dishes in the Northeast. The cold in the Northeast has cultivated generations of strong Northeasters. But now, in the face of the invasion of the cold current, it has retreated, is strange, and does not adapt. So many people in Northeast China, like migratory birds, have learned to migrate to the south to avoid winter. I am one of them. When you see my email, I have already lived in Sanya, which is sunny in winter. "

He said;

"Being in the warm Sanya, I am attached to you in the north. When the warm wind and sweet coconut juice in Sanya moisten me, I can't erase the faint thoughts in my heart.

The water in the South China Sea sometimes roars and sometimes ripples, and my heart also fluctuates. You live at the head of the Yangtze River, I live at the tail of the Yangtze River, miss you every day and drink the Yangtze River water together. It's like several times in spring and summer and several times in autumn and winter. Miss seriously, miss seriously, it hurts and makes people cry.

Stepping on the sky, looking for your figure and listening to your voice, this is my dream. Knowing that we are facing each other across the sea, how can we resist the sadness left by those three autumn rains? "When there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia." Miss you, always in the foreseeable future. "

This is Qiu Lai and Qiuyu. Time flies at your fingertips and your thoughts are stirring in your heart. Familiar headshots and intoxicating emails have not flashed or been read for more than two months. Every minute of suffering makes people dream. I've thought a lot about it. It's a mess. Sometimes I am in pain, and sometimes I cry. Is this really going to leave me and never meet again? In desperation, I called him, pressed the button countless times and gave up countless times. It's not that I don't have the courage, it's not that I hold a grudge against him, but when I read his last message again, I understand.

He said:

"Life is a journey of mountains and rivers, and the scenery along the way is always dusty in my heart. Hold a knowledge gently, put away your worries and hide your thoughts. You and I will never be far away. "

Jin Lao, thank you for your experience in the world of mortals. If you don't leave, how can you understand the value of acacia? Even if I don't see you, I will often carve a heart flower, spell a piece of paper to write a roll of incense, and dream of my attachment to you in Yunshan ink painting. This may be the most perfect and practical happiness I have given Jin Lao.

"A person is in a tall building, watching the end of the world." In our face-to-face days, there is an ardent expectation that "whoever sends the brocade book will return to the West Building next month" sooner or later. Acacia in one place, romance in one stream, dullness in one hand, and deep rain in one river are everywhere in the flow of time. Gently holding warm memories, looking for your tenderness in drunken poems. A flat or even lonely sandbar is cold, and a graceful and graceful Song poem is hard to round up my suffering Meng Xiao, let alone dry the tears on my pillow.

Walking in the misty rain of you and me, dribs and drabs, dense, wet pink willow green, wet blue boat painting ge, wet the western Western jackdaw ramp, wet the eyes attached to each other.

Looking back at the screen where we get along day and night, and then gently touching the dexterous keyboard, the pleasant smiles, witty humor and intoxicating words are magnificent and affectionate, which makes people think and feel excited. At that moment, the flowers bloomed, and at that moment, it was perfect.

Far away, I think I haven't lost it, and I won't forget it when I leave.

Don't say goodbye, don't mention the end of the world, even if you look at the water across the mountain, even if the east wind blows and you miss the mud, you should raise your glasses and drink together in the autumn moon season after season and invite the moon to enjoy it.