For the autumn season, the Tang Dynasty poet Liu Yuxi once sighed: "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring." As soon as the cranes line the clouds in the clear sky, it will lead poetry to the blue sky. ”

And I also have a different feeling about autumn.

"The spring breeze has just arrived the night before, and the night after is lonely and thin. A few flutes are scarce, how do you know that after blowing a song, people are scattered and only lovesick tears are left. Early in the morning, Nestle is still the same, but it is difficult to find. It's dusk in the blink of an eye, when will the Yiren return? In a few years, the flowers bloomed and fell several times, and the letterhead was yellowed and thin that year; The pear blossoms are full of tears, the birds are gone, the flowers are withering and the leaves are gone, where to find the roots? Se Se sad and desperate to welcome the new moon in autumn, a few rounds of anticipation provoked everyone to fall lovesick tears!

The fallen leaves in front of the window are still there, and the chill is a little haggard; A few notes are lonely and thin, and the old people come to turn over, who continues to write the beginning of the book, and you come and I have become a stranger!

In this season of previous years, she would stand in front of the window and stare into the distance, looking at the withered yellow outside through the white window sand, her expression was always so unfazed, but her eyes were like a clear spring, flowing through the place where the white gaze was......

At night, she always said that she was very cold, and she didn't know who was driving away the anxiety and sadness for her now!

She is a faint fragrance, which can only be appreciated, not touched.

She is a round of afterglow in the moonlight, illuminating a corner of me who is hiding deeply, burning myself out!

She was like the spring rain of a March day, irrigating my sea, moistening my mulberry fields, and almost drowning me by her......

When you have it, no one cherishes her preciousness, and when you lose it, you know how important it is.

If everyone can understand in advance that at the right time, when they meet the most reluctant her, what will the outcome be?

Perhaps, this is the so-called regret! A time period that shouldn't have appeared, I met a woman who shouldn't have appeared in advance, and I came to teach us how to cherish the right person!

The past is the past in the past, no matter how much you keep it, no matter how much you regret it, there is no moonlight treasure box in this world, which will take us to the past from the past, and the picture scroll that has been frozen may have to be called a memory!

A loud bang came from the distant sky, waking me up from my dream! Sleepy-eyed, I was so focused on finding the direction of the loud noise, but I completely forgot the little tears that remained in my eyes.

As the familiar bell rang again, I was really surprised. There was a dampness in the hand that had touched the pillow, only to realize that I had cried all night last night.

When I saw the name of the caller on my mobile phone, I didn't know why, tears blurred my eyes, and I couldn't cry for a thousand words......

Maybe it's because of a night's dream, or maybe it's because of the caller, or maybe it's because of the season and the gray weather at this time; Anyway, all of a sudden, my heart was churning and I had mixed feelings.

Joy, resentment, excitement, worry, endless lovesickness overwhelmed me. I don't know what she called for many years later, all kinds of past things continue to be reflected in my mind, and the voice of a long time away wanders throughout the room.

The notes next to the bookshelf were also opened again by a gust of wind, and when did the deceased write about it. The empty chair has never welcomed the presence of the old master, and a thin layer of dust is like a world away.

After a long time, I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, stared at the missed and thought about it for a long time, and then dialed the phone. On the other side of the phone, several haunting voices reproduce.

"You...... You okay? ”

"Good...... Good...... You┈┈"

When the words came to his mouth, he was stunned and didn't say anything, he originally wanted to say something else, but the tears flowed down first. Immediately afterwards, the whole person convulsed with tears falling down.

"Y-What's wrong with you, aren't you feeling well?"

I tried my best to calm down the churning in my heart, and then pretended to be calm and coughed a few times, some of which were contrived and fake, so that I felt a little uncomfortable.

"It's fine, just a little cold."

There was silence on the other end of the line......

Her voice was calm throughout, without revealing anything else.

This feeling is very familiar to me and strange at the same time; At the same time, it also worries me......

With such a temperament, she really doesn't know how she lives in his city, and how she gets along with her friends and colleagues around her?

In her memory, if you describe a character in the TV series, it is the most appropriate and suitable - that is the little dragon girl.

Of course, the little dragon girl in the Condor is elegant and refined, and does not eat the fireworks of the world. And she, whether it is her appearance or temperament, is not inferior to the fairy sister, just that joy and anger are invisible, and she has the charm of the little dragon girl just right.

I often think, how could God bear to arrange for her to run into me who was not Yang Guo? Is it fate or fate?

Maybe she also knew that I was deliberately pretending to cough, and she didn't linger too much on this topic, and soon she said: "I dreamed last night, let me ......"

"Hmm!"

I just hummed and didn't ask what the dream was, because I knew that she would naturally say what she wanted to say, and if she didn't want to say something, it would only make it difficult for each other.

"I was back in season last night, with you, me, and a lot of acquaintances. It was as if I had seen the familiar street for a moment, and I heard the call of a voice in front of the "three-life tree" that belonged only to you and me. ”

I didn't answer, just quietly listened to the fairy voice, savoring, remembering, and searching......

I remember hearing people say that when you dream of another person, it means that the other person is also thinking about you. This self-consoling word, which I believe exists, at least, I am satisfied.

Later, we talked a lot, but we didn't mention her or her current situation, and most of them were in the past.

Towards the end, I told her something.

"Grandpa is gone!"

She was silent for a long time and asked, "When?" ”

"It's been more than two years, and it's been three years in the blink of an eye!"

"I remember when we went to your house, didn't ┈┈"

Halfway through her words, she suddenly paused, took a deep breath, and then continued what she had only said halfway before, and asked, "Did Grandpa say anything?" ”

"What You Should Know"

This time, she didn't pick up my words, and asked again, "Is grandma well?" ”

"Okay, now she's the only one left at home, it's okay ......"

"What are you doing?"

"Hey! Forget it, grandpa can't talk in the end, to be exact, he can't talk after he comes back from the hospital. My grandmother and I waited for months until we were laid to peace. At first, Grandpa's trembling hands used a pen to ask about your condition, and I also sent you messages several times, but you never replied to me! ”

"You must hate me now, right?"

"No, if you don't love it, you won't hate it!"

She also repeated: "Also, if you don't love, you won't hate!" ”

A sentence that seemed to be very ordinary, when repeated again from her mouth in her words, made people listen to it extremely bleak.

I forcibly suppressed the desolation in my heart and said, "Also, the three-life tree in front of the door also followed the steps of grandpa." ”

After hearing this, there was a crying sound on the other end of the phone, I don't know why she heard about the departure of the three-life tree, she would cry suddenly for no reason, could it be that the grandfather is not as good as the three-life tree?

"What did Grandpa ask me then? He...... Why can't he speak? ”

"My grandfather!"

"Okay, you┈┈"

She paused and said, "Grandpa was then┈┈"

I interrupted her directly: "My grandfather asked me at that time, is it if I don't want you anymore or if you don't want me anymore, if we still have ifs, he knows that his time is running out, he misses you very much, he just wants to see you for the last time!" ”

"You are ┈┈"

"I gave Grandpa the hope to wait, and finally ......"

"Why didn't you sue me?"

"I messaged you, did you reply?" I almost yelled at that.

"I don't ......"

Then she asked me, "Didn't Grandpa leave anything to say?" ”

"Grandpa had a tracheotomy, and he breathed through a tube under his neck, and in the later stage, grandpa was already too busy to take care of himself, and the wound began to deteriorate, and he didn't ask for any news about you, and you don't have to blame yourself for anything."

Several times after that, she seemed to have something to say, and she always felt that she wanted to say something, but she never said it.

I continued: "Grandpa is gone, and the three-life tree is no longer there; Whether it is man-made or gas, it has become a dusty past in the past. I don't deny that I still have fantasies about you today, and I don't run away from thinking about you day and night......"

Before I could finish my sentence, one of her words completely interrupted my continuation.

"You're thinking too much, I'm just dreaming."

"Oh...... That's the best! ”

"The best...... Such...... Hang up! ”

I hung up the phone, and after a long time, I muttered, this, best!

Then the phone rang again, and it turned out to be a text message from her.

"First, it's better not to see each other, so that you don't fall in love. Second, it's better not to know each other, so that you don't love each other. Thirdly, it is better not to be accompanied, so that you do not owe each other. Fourth, it is better not to cherish each other, so that you can not remember each other. Fifth, it's better not to want to love, so that you don't give up. Sixth, it is better not to be relative, so that we can not meet. Seventh, it is better not to be wrong, so that there is no loss. Eighth, it is better not to allow each other, so that there can be no continuity. Ninth, it is better not to depend on each other, so that they can not be together. Tenth, it is better not to meet, so that we can not meet......"

Seriously, I don't know why she quoted this poem from Cangyang Gyatso to put an end to it, but I vaguely understood something......

A farewell lovesickness several times sorrowful and sorrowful, two days of thinking about how to distinguish the day and night. When I woke up at four o'clock, I saw the bright moon, and the fifth watch was the coldest. Let's ask, how can the seven spirits of the eight thousand miles of the road reach six feet, and the netherworld sees the ten directions of Yama? Ninety-nine to one, you can go straight to the sky of Bliss, and show your magical powers! Next to the Sansheng Stone, there is no bridge and Mo Hao is drinking, otherwise the clouds and smoke in the past will become floating clouds!

Thousands of miles of lonely graves are desolate, how can the grass be barren in front of the court! The hundred-year-old wood turned into dust and tears, and several flutes were still unfinished.

You and I met in that autumn, and we parted in another autumn. Autumn and this season are witnesses for you and me, and it is also a forbidden place for you and me.

You and I are born in love, hate in autumn, acquaintance and lovesickness in autumn, just like fallen leaves each return to autumn.

I only remember that she loves autumn and has a different kind of love for autumn. Not for anything else, just for the sluggish yellow. Of course, there are also reasons for me later!

In her words, the arrival of autumn means that this is an end, but also a kind of rebirth, as long as you can survive the winter.

It's a pity that I've been stuck in the autumn season, and I've never walked out of the season that has long been fixed.

For many years, I have not understood the deep meaning of what others said, and of course there are reasons why I don't want to understand deeply.

Because ┈┈hehe!