More than 20 years ago, when I was in high school, I was full of longing for the future, and even the yellow leaves falling in the autumn wind were poetic and beautiful. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoWhen I saw the yellow leaves falling in the wind, I thought of the hope for the coming year.

At that time, the classroom was still a bungalow, and a few poplar trees in front of the window changed their clothes every year with the seasons, the emerald green in spring, the green leaves in summer, the convergence and deep in autumn, and the frost and snow in winter stood majestically in the cold, which became the spiritual pillar of my growth.

The "Autumn Thoughts", written with a childish pen and a childish and simple heart, was full of hope and vitality, and was recited by the teacher as a model essay to the whole class without exception. The language is beautiful, the emotions are simple and warm, and it seems that it is not facing autumn, but facing the vibrant spring.

At that time, what I saw was the harvest of autumn, the beauty of autumn, and the charm of autumn.

Now in such a beautiful city, there will be no cool autumn in the north wind in the north, nor will there be the bleak and barren autumn, and you can see the flowers and greenery every day, but with the vicissitudes of the world, the sentimentality of people after middle age mostly touches the loss and loneliness of the soul, and there is no hope and vitality.

Every autumn comes, I remember that people of all ages need to be cared for, need to add clothes and clothes, and the person who is taken care of by me to change clothes all year round is long gone.

Late autumn is approaching, which means that the time when the sun shines is shortened and the darkness is taken over. The long night of thoughts and thoughts is repeatedly entangled, wantonly lengthening the heart, and making people exhausted.

That soulmate had gone to the appointment, leaving me alone to stagger in the night. Day by day, I calculated how much time had passed before I woke up again in the morning when the sun was full, and I didn't dare to open my eyes in the early hours of the morning to face nothing in the dark.

Living in the sun, even fear is a shadow under the light. And when will I be able to come out of the darkness and no longer be afraid of this coming dark and cold autumn and winter?