After autumn, only one rain brought autumn, and the sky was blue and cloudy, and the day was extremely pleasant.

There were a few morning glories on the balcony, and a vine sticking into the window, and the emerald green heart-shaped leaves were verdant with the time in my window. Suddenly, a small purple flower bloomed in the window lattice in the morning light, she was like a small and delicate purple trumpet, blowing wisps of fragrant fragrance in the sun. Her arrival made me pleasantly surprised to love her for a whole flowering season, although it was only one day, but I felt that the love was like a century. When the sun converges its edge, she also retracts her fullness and decadence in the sunset. So long in love, in fact, it was just a short moment, and she left me with an unforgettable memory. Passing away, like a fight, passing, makes me so reluctant and distressed.

The setting sun left a bend of red, abandoned the passing flower, stepped on the mottled light and shadow, picked up a path, and looked for the traces of autumn. The autumn breeze is refreshing, the shadows of the trees are swaying, and there are only a few fallen leaves on the path, scattered, like autumn sentimental teardrops.

A leaf, still green, fluttering like a butterfly, fluttered past my eyes and landed at my feet. Bowing down to pick it up and placing it in the palm of her hand, I saw that her veins were clear and her bones were still there. I have collected leaves of various shapes, this palm-like leaf, aroused my interest in collecting, just imagine, tie a thin purple ribbon to her, sign a line of purple small letters, record my deep love with her, and then sandwich it in that purple diary, so beautiful that it is heartwarming. was happy, but I saw a little flaw in the petiole, like a gap that was bitten by an insect. Looking closely, the gap is very much like a small lip, as if telling me about an ordeal in her life, or an intoxicating love. I thought to myself, this should be because she broke away from the branch early, and my heart felt a little melancholy.

However, in any case, this gap made her feel incomplete.

Always in pursuit of the perfect self, decided to give up on her. Lift her up and put her in the wind, she is like a butterfly falling into the red dust, lying alone on the path, the wind blows, she rolls a few times. Suddenly I couldn't bear it, so I gave up on her, she would be swept away by the wind, and she would not know where to go, perhaps innocently trampled on. After all, he was soft-hearted, bent down and picked her up again, caressed her wounds lovingly, and asked himself softly, is everything in the world really perfect? Helen Keller's body is crippled, but she allows her crippled life to bloom into a gorgeous flower; The moon is full and lacking, in fact, what we appreciate is not only the perfection of the moon, but also her incompleteness, and the world where perfection and imperfection coexist is the most true and true beauty. So why should I insist on that perfection in this little leaf? So, he took her into his arms.

The remnant sun has passed, and there is only a faint faint faint warm yellow at the sunset, and the refreshing wind blows a classical melodious, melodious melody but a little sad, and the mood is a little depressed. Autumn is the season of maturity, and at the same time it deduces withering and decadence, spring brings vigorous life, and autumn takes away these lives, the distressing thin morning glory, maybe she doesn't know the dust like a vine, the broken fallen leaves, maybe she has already understood the world. The years go by, and later, all the exuberance will eventually cross the sky and become a wisp of light dust in the world, which will be understated by the years.

Then, perhaps those wisps of autumn sadness should be hidden in this autumn wind, and the soul should be indifferent. Perhaps we should be in a soft afternoon, in the tudle of a flower, calmly stretch out our hand, catch the first petal of autumn, then, in our eyes, in our hearts, will be another gorgeous and colorful.