I remember that day, somewhere in the mountains.
The maple tree, holding the maple tree, dyed the whole mountain almost without gap, green, yellow, orange, orange and red. I seemed to walk into a dream, completely surrounded by warm red. The quiet maple is beautiful enough, when the wind comes, it is like many letters sent from afar, floating in the air, spinning, flying, reverberating, falling gently at the feet.
On the ground in the forest, the maple leaves have been piled up to half a foot, and people have to walk on the beautiful maple leaves. At every step, the broken maple leaves sing autumn songs in a hoarse voice. Let me indulge in such a dream all the time! I stroll through the maple woods with a fairy tale heart.
Suddenly, a strong aroma floated from the edge of the maple forest, awakening me from my dreams and fairy tales to find the place of the aroma and smoke, which turned out to be the roadside shop frying food. Come forward to recognize that what is fried is nothing else, but a maple leaf, with green, yellow and red.
Maple leaves are wrapped in chicken egg whites and flour seasoning, fried in oil, called lift or sweet or not spicy. All of a sudden, the thrown maple leaves on the surface of the pot, each piece, is a neat five-pointed star, the flour is also faint color.
I never thought that the fried maple leaves were so beautiful; what I did not expect was that the maple leaves could be eaten and sold by the roadside. I bought a plate of fried maple leaves, went to the stone chair under the maple tree and tasted it quietly. What I really didn't expect was that the maple leaves were so delicious!
In fact, the maple leaf itself is tasteless, but sitting among thousands of maple trees, watching the maple red layers, maple leaf fluttering, maple leaf cake seems to be full of autumn flavor, full of fairy tales and dreams, songs and poems.
I used to see with my eyes, but now I smell it with my nose, taste it with the tip of my tongue, and get close to autumn with all the cells and consciousness. I am in autumn, autumn is also in my belly; I am in the maple leaf, the maple leaf is also in my chest.
Su Dongpo has a saying: Jiangshan wind and moon, there is no master, idle is the master. I think life needs subtraction, to put down a lot of things consciously, to be more calm, slower, and more space. Walk gently, live with your heart, breathe gently, care softly, so that we can find peace of mind.
Everyone wants romantic life and romantic emotion, but few people know that romance is a waste of time walking slowly, wasting time eating slowly, wasting time slowly falling in love, wasting time slowly growing old together! Or simply sit under the maple tree to taste the maple leaves, very simple, but also can have a very profound happiness. Reading and appreciation of American articles
It is said that the maple leaves of different colors have different tastes, and the red ones are the most delicious! The delicious maple leaves must be picked from the trees. If you fall to the ground, you can't eat it. I looked at the maple cakes on the plate, so slightly different, almost indistinguishable, as difficult as to distinguish the maple leaves on the tree.
Wow! The maple leaves of the whole mountain are the same as the maple leaves on the plate, and its beauty and taste do not lie in the maple leaves themselves, but the search of the beautiful heart for autumn dreams and the exploration of a color journey. I came thousands of miles, not only for the maple leaves, but the romantic feelings hidden behind the maple leaves, just as I ate maple cakes to find the unknown emotion.
It is very difficult for people to be detached from everything, but if they are completely surrounded by beauty, in that quiet time and space, we will forget to worry and let go of all our troubles. If one calms down, one will be disturbed by fluctuating thoughts; if there is a curious pursuit, the mind will concentrate, just like eating the first mouthful of maple cakes, and then drinking bitter tea made by maple leaves.
Out of the mountain forest full of maple leaves, I think in this fluctuating life, what makes us detached from focus is focus, especially on the beauty of more than mundane life.
The essence of life is empty, the string of this emptiness, just a feeling and understanding of the moment, the moment is life itself. One year, one month, one day, I felt that moment in the forest, and I really lived for a moment.
The beauty of life is indeed short, live well in the present moment, this is the most real life. It exists in my heart for a moment, and it will emerge every autumn. Other days, like maple leaves falling in the air, the wind blows and disappears.
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