Picture: Su Jinquan
I saw the old locust tree on Sifang Street, the leaves falling after rain after rain, I saw the coffee aroma of the old street stories floating in the slightly cold air, I saw the dusky Shaxi in the evening Thinking about life in the autumn season, I saw the star-studded Milky Way hanging over the Yujin Bridge covering the entire universe, and I saw the colorful clouds slowly drifting by when the sun rose in the early morning.
September should be the most beautiful season, as if all the stories started in September. There is already a little coolness in the air in early autumn, especially in the dew in the morning and the evening wind in the evening. The leaves haven't turned yellow yet, but I don't know when, there are always fallen leaves on the ground that can't be swept away, some are as dark green as water, some are slightly yellowish, and some fall into the lake and go away with the flowing water.
I probably miss the little details of Shaxi too much, imagining how delicate and beautiful the tree-like roses and geraniums I met again, but Margaret will be slightly inferior, but the fleshy people who have always been proud of them never have to worry about whether they are sunny or not Filling, whether it is full of water, any leaf can reproduce a landscape. Speaking of Gesang flowers, the small hills in front of the door have been covered densely, maybe they are as tall as a person, and they bloom honestly and prosperously. Looking at those flowers, the sense of happiness is beyond words.
I don't know if Shaxi in September is sunny or rainy. Whatever it is, the sky there still smells of happiness. Lying on the observatory, you can touch the pure clouds with your hands, pick one and listen to their murmurs and longings from afar, then put them back secretly, and then watch them float to the ear of that person. The marble-like sky is like rain but not clear, and all the patterns have no rules to follow. On the light gray tone, there are some dark flowers like mountains and hills, and there are also light blues that are not familiar with the world, and a little head protrudes from the gap. Come, I want to see the scenery of the earth in early autumn.
One flower, one grass, one tree, one tree, one stone, one slab, one cloud and one rain, the scenery that appears in dreams from time to time, only Shaxi can make people miss it so deeply. Familiar, unfamiliar, old, and fresh, no matter how the situation changes, I will not forget the face that loved her at the beginning. I dreamed back to Shaxi, and when I woke up, I found that I was still lying in her arms as before. It was happiness, gratitude, and the most precious memory in the fleeting years.