Leaves fall not only in late autumn

With the passage of time, today I know that leaves do not just fall in autumn to stay. When rustle yellow leaves flutter eyes come, in the green thick summer, it is so incoordinate-not cold autumn, not Xiao killed winter, however, full of desolation, not to mention sad sad. Now, a cold breeze passed through my heart. Seeing things hurt, the surrounding scenery is shining with light, and I carefully created the scenery has now become my heart burns.

When a person's life or vision suddenly appears in the transition, we do not regard him as an accident but habitually accept and silence. When I am ill because of the reasons, helpless admitted to the hospital, the trauma of the soul, nothing more than missing and worried about wandering. Because loneliness is stronger, care more heavy. When the result turns pale, it is nothing but sadness and grief.

Ten years ago, when I was young and full of vigor, the green of spring was the longing I looked forward to in my life, and I was full of expectation to accompany you. At that time, I was sitting on the stone bench in the yard, facing the spring breeze, listening to the chirping of birds, opening my heart to the sunset, enjoying the exquisite scenery placed in the small courtyard, mixed with you among the flowers attracting bees and butterflies, proudly independent, although there were no slender flowers to attract attention, There is no noble identity for me to care for you, what I have is only every morning, gently wipe off the dust on your broadleaf, lift the kettle to pour you thoroughly, look at the green after the bath, I can't help but tremble unceasingly, I love you deeply, this you know!

"A pot of holly, what are you raising?" From time to time, puzzled people, see you, most want to say so, I know your deep feelings for me, every three or five, quietly out of a few tender yellow green leaves, to please me, attract me. As I treat my young child, I pay close attention to you with fatherly love. As the years go by, I gradually grow old in your deep greenery and branches. You grow from a seedling as big as a bean to a graceful and eye-catching bonsai plant. It takes me twenty years to melt your factors into my life. Of course, my soul flows in your silent body. With the wind curling, it is full of elegant nose. Eyeful green, a thing called life spread in the heart.

Stay and stay, keep spring.

But who knows spring season is so cold and indifferent. After I recovered from a major illness, I was grateful for the infinite preciousness of life. I excitedly helped my wife and children, dragging my sick body with wounds. When I returned home, you actually stood at the door of my house with withered leaves to meet me and stimulate me. I was surprised at the moment, and then burst into tears. In the days when I went out to heal, you felt the urgency and loneliness of life just like lonely me. Love moved with me, loneliness withered, lost nutrients in your vigorous body, and you were sick! Helpless flowers fall, silent silence, so pain and loneliness to leave the lonely life, the book written as 'fragile', from dawn to sunset time will frame the picture, from the beginning to now I do not know is the wrong choice or this early spring fate should not bear fruit. Days in the East West down in the cycle of annihilation, the soul in the deserted corner singing sad songs.

Memories, missing, sentimental, in time and non-stop shuttle sigh, lonely strings playing a sad melody. Life must be in the autumn to meet the falling leaves or in the edge of life can touch the pain of the heart, perhaps this is my life too early self-description and sadness.

At the end of life, blood and tears can write down the sadness of life, but also can tell the despair and sadness of life. Falling leaves do not fall only in autumn. I do not know what kind of emotion to wake you up, I deeply feel my illness, make you sad sad. I was hospitalized for more than 20 days, you withered for more than 20 days, there is no green in the branches, how are you? No matter how helpless you are, you shouldn't treat me with this face, dejected! In the days to come, every day, I gently fondle your sick body, can not bear to remove a lonely yellow leaf, breathing with my heartbeat.

Occasionally one day, I look forward to a touch of green, born spontaneously, in your tough torso, emerging oil new branches, you also know, I came back, serious illness recovery, you can no longer vicissitudes of me, life green, should be full of sunshine, we should actively face life every change and ups and downs, accumulation of strength, to meet each day with a new posture. After the storm is a rainbow, life is precious in us, break through the haze, calmly face, there is no other kind of scenery waiting in front of the road of life, may the spring of life, green glory, like my holly, in the bottom of life, there is a strong survival motivation.

(Original author: Mao Shunguo)