The dream of spring has not yet woken up, and before I know it, I have entered the late autumn with the residual red of spring and the wounded groan of the summer cicada. Such a season has more sorrow, so that the heart touches a trace of autumn coolness. The graceful autumn wind, raising the eyes, the yellowed leaves swaying on the branches, the crumbling posture, is a decisive dance. Is this a gorgeous turn of life, or the swan song of the century, I think it is wounded. Like the fallen leaves that are about to leave the branches, I have inadvertently drifted away from the twilight of this sunset. As if hearing the warm words of the fallen leaves, let's go and embrace the warmth of the sunset affectionately. I was like a fallen leaf, as if I was there.

The autumn wind swept across my brows, shaking off the elves covered with vicissitudes on the branches, and also shaking off the old dreams that I was still intoxicated with and did not know the way back. Whether I was happy or depressed, I didn't seem to have time to count the stories of time and understand the glitz in the red dust, but I had already approached the yellow autumn rain and staggered away. Like quicksand between the fingers, life passes quietly in the streamer. When I flew silently outside the red dust and floated to this quiet place, all the people who passed by me became passers-by who walked in a hurry, and I quietly turned into an inconspicuous scenery in the eyes of passers-by.

In my dream, how to spend the return of the fallen leaves, I longed for the arrival of the wind, only the wind can allow me to put on the wings of flight, to pursue the pure land on the side of the Bodhi tree. I know that life is eroded by the vicissitudes of time, and drifting away may be a kind of pain, but I also want to turn the pain in my heart into the notes of the singer, and pass it on on my journey back; Even if the way home is accompanied by loneliness, I want to sing a song with clear words and plain rhyme, turning loneliness into a luxurious happiness. Maybe there are my fetters in the red dust, but my heart has always longed to fly in the direction of freedom. I wanted to erase the dusty memories, quietly drift in the ripples of sorrow, faintly observe this impetuous world, and silently feel the reincarnation of life in the Zen of Suxin Ruolan.

The years have pasted all the traces of memory on the face of the fallen leaves, and I have squandered my youth in the passage of life. When walking on the edge of leaving the Hongchen Ferry, the distant memories were washed away and forgotten on the beach of the River of Remembrance. The nostalgia of the past has been yellowed into the scars of fallen leaves, the hazy eyes always can't hold back the loss of youth in a hurry, the once plump face shows the vicissitudes of time, and the past years only leave the vague and distant back. When you look up at the bare branches of the tree, you seem to see the light and shadow of that teardrop in the low-hanging sunset. I was silent, so I could only bury the old things deeply. Now after the return of the fallen leaves, I understand that in addition to the scenery in life, the dead leaves with colorful colors also hide a lingering degree of desolation......

In the present time, there is no youthful frivolity, but it is approaching the desolation after dusk. But I was relieved that the vast earth embraced me with a loving chest and allowed me to lay still and practice peacefully for the rest of my journey. However, I wandered away in this quiet time, is it to escape the last resort disguise in the red dust, or for the long-lost wait in fate, or to look forward to the day when I can ride the wind and waves, float on the soft shoulders of the waves, and dream of flying to another height in the sky, to soothe the torn pain in my heart......

The wind, with the help of wings, flies in the blue sky, and it gently caresses the blue sky with the white clouds, washing the sky blue. And I, at this corner, pierced through the shadows of the cornices, listened to the geese flying south in the air calling for my hometown, and flew tirelessly all the way home. The sound of the geese seemed to have taken my mind to the sky and circled. It was as if I was looking down on the earth again, seeing the mountains and rivers, and seeing the hurried people rushing in the red dust. Can I fly on my own and be free in the sky...... I know that I am a fallen leaf whose life has not disappeared, and I cannot fly without the arrival of the wind. When I am alone in the quiet place outside the red dust with the ticking of the clock, my heart has been flying freely in the tunnel of time.

In my dreams, I put wings on myself to fly again and again, flew to the blue sky again and again in my dreams, and sang in the vast universe again and again. However, when my consciousness returned to the original point, Xiaocao told me that you are a fallen leaf, and if you leave the earth, you will lose your freedom again, if you don't want to be carried by the wind. Xiaocao is accustomed to seeing the world in the paradise, it knows the secret of freedom, then it must also know, in fact, I am a fallen leaf that still has life.