Autumn Prose in Jiangnan

The autumn rain is cool, and the weather is cool in a flash, and autumn will naturally arrive.

Continue to walk in the south of the Yangtze River, listening to the wind, making a small sound, listening to the rain hitting the banana, playing a full desolate song. In fact, I had expected to walk into the south of the Yangtze River, into the flowing water of small bridges and into the misty rain of apricot blossoms. It's just that this autumn in the south of the Yangtze River will always inadvertently remind me of some traces in my memory, just like a dream, misty and lingering Wu Sheng soft language, distant and hazy colors, intertwined and a little trance.

I remember Mr. Liang Shiqiu once said that autumn in the south of the Yangtze River can only feel a little cold, and the taste, color, artistic conception and posture of autumn are always not enough to see, taste and admire. Mr. Liang is a clever man, but I don't want Mr. Liang to see it so thoroughly. A hint of coolness is enough to make people worry. After all, this is their most direct experience. In a city full of reinforced concrete and traffic, how many signs related to autumn can you perceive?

A person has been walking for too long, and everything he meets is lonely. I can't remember how long I haven't paid attention to the surrounding scenery.

My busy life has no room for my soft dream. In Jiangnan, I can't capture the breath that can represent the south wind of the Yangtze River, so nature has nothing to do with the ending of my dream. ...

Do you hear Qiu's voice? Maybe you will say, "I don't know how many autumn sounds." Me too. I have never read every article of Autumn carefully in these years. Every moment, in the nine-song cloister of life, I seem to have lost my way. I have lost my attitude towards life in the ups and downs.

Pick up Yi 'an's words and reread "Slow down?" "looking" and "looking", cold and bright, sad and miserable ... yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Haggard, who can pick it now ... This time, what a sad sentence! "Isn't the coolness of paper a chance encounter with your own mood? Yi 'an lay man melted himself in late autumn and gained insight and real experience. What about me?

I know I can't expect too much from autumn in Jiangnan. I just hope that I can always feel the passage of time quietly and think about one person and one thing quietly. In fact, this is also a kind of happiness, an expectation. I only hope that autumn wind will blow away my messy thoughts, and autumn rain will wash away my unclean soul and return to my true and natural self. I only care about my childlike heart, even if I don't care, naturally.

According to a friend, he packed his bags and went to Tibet alone. I was really envious when I saw his photo. I am still immersed in the autumn in Jiangnan. He is hiking in every corner of Tibet now. I really envy his courage and interest. He said that he would leave and enjoy this leisure with an uneasy heart. And I, in the autumn campus, everything is the same, cold and quiet cover everything, and drizzle.

It's autumn and winter, but winter is just a concept. The grass has not withered, but the flowers are still blooming. Autumn in the south of the Yangtze River is very short, but if it lasts for a while, it will be fine to skate for a while. Although I have been to many villages and cities in recent years, my love for autumn is getting less and less deep. It's all over. It's all over again.

Autumn wind and rain are sad, but in Jiangnan, autumn without autumn wind and rain is not like autumn. The monotonous feeling is like no oil painting and no color, or a song without melody, or a novel without plot. Let's savor the stormy years.

Perhaps, we are all too afraid of loneliness to think. We sometimes prefer to decorate our cold hearts with gorgeous language. Sometimes it looks gorgeous, but the heart is the most empty. If you know me, you will find that I am actually afraid of autumn!

To tell the truth, I actually walk in a dream forever. Between memory and reality, the years quietly erased the traces of yesterday, as if nothing had happened, and I suddenly never came again.

Who inadvertently interpreted the password of the years, leaving yesterday in an abandoned paper boat and releasing it with the running water, making my eyes and mood as misty as the sky in late autumn, and making my thoughts fall and stumble on the worn cobweb?

The injured life is a beautiful scar. The flowers and birds you touched are like a broken piano, full of dust, full of notes and dust when touched lightly. We have never been in each other's world or in the same dream.

Ancient and modern natural embarrassment. How many words have been recited by lonely people in various dynasties, and I am still trudging on the journey. I'm exhausted. I'm waiting for the vulture to take my remains away and then fall heavily. Pain may be the only way I can feel it now. Where did my soul go?

Through love, who will cross the world of mortals No one can cross it, only watch and listen quietly, and wander involuntarily. Maybe this is not the dance of the soul. I am just a drop of dew that accidentally falls in this world, or perhaps a drop of residual rain left by the thunderstorm night that disturbed me last night in the present sunshine. It has to go somewhere.

Time is the most eternal, no matter how many decades, suddenly looking back, as if it were yesterday. Although we are not cold geese, we are close at hand. We are like two different leaves, wrapped together by the wind and drifting to an unknown distance.

No matter how the words are expressed at this moment, memories give me deep pain. I abandoned my truest dream and my truest heart. As always, I wandered in an ill-fated world, lost by an invisible net, and never landed again. I have heard a lot of ups and downs of sadness. ...

I am afraid of weeds dancing on unhealed wounds, and I am even afraid of signs of walking with you. I'm even a little nervous. I also pray that the gods will forgive me, shake hands with you warmly, hug you deeply, and then leave as far away as possible.

I think I'll never come back. In the past season, I scattered melancholy and sadness everywhere, and I couldn't see the sunshine of hope and the ferry crossing home. I just want to have a relationship in a stranded dream, but it is all in vain. Fierce totem will be my eternal dream ...

I don't want to think about anything. I spread out a piece of drawing paper to splash a piece of residual lotus. In the teacher's words, it is: "Leave the residual lotus to listen to the rain." However, it suddenly occurred to me that the lotus leaf had not withered at this time and I gave up. Autumn in the south of the Yangtze River seems to be inseparable for a period of time. Naturally, a traveler tripped and the wind and rain hit the window. Even a person who is not worried will be a little sad at the moment. Fortunately, time will change everything. When the spring breeze is green and Jiang Nanan is green, colors will bring memories to another picture. I think Jiangnan at that time will be a place where you know me, two lovesickness places and a kind of happiness.