[Prose] Autumn】 Zhou Shuqin of Time

Autumn of time

Zhou Shuqin

There are summer heat and cold in winter, the cold that has never been obtained in spring, with the plain color of all things and the red of maple leaves. Qiu always came suddenly. When a leaf fell, thousands of leaves began to shrink. Overnight, the mountains know autumn. Before you remember the hot summer heat, you forced to adapt to the cold of winter. The gaps in the window sill are filled with ashes, and the tiles on the roof are covered with golden yellow. The windows of the classroom are strictly seamless, and the people at the door of the teaching building are wrapped in tight shirts, one by one next to the wind, that should be autumn.

One year, day after day, where is the end of time.

Wait until the end of the time, only autumn.

The book says that time will not pass, it is us who pass by. There are tens of thousands of us in the world, but only one time. The universe is vast, all things. The candles in the window were filled with dust and melted in a stable sunlight. I have nowhere to know time, but just a few cold numbers. Even if you say that it is the end, I believe it. I can see the flowers of the flowers and the rolling forests. I saw the river static with my own eyes, and saw that the green teenager became a white -haired old man, but I never saw the long axis of time. We are just the names that have been brought above, small and helpless.

The Yangtze River is mighty, and autumn is sent with water. The autumn wind, Dongting Shuimuye knows. I know that autumn is a fruit of fallen leaves and a small harvest, but why it is autumn. Whether the death of death or moth flies, or the dormant after the flames. The world always says that the cold moon and the sky are not an elec in the starry night fire. It rushed into Xia's arms and wanted to keep it enthusiastic, but what left it was only a vague back. There are many things that are helpless, just like I have to accept every unfamiliar friend to treat everyone who is not so kind. There are many helplessness in life, I just want to be a person who is not worldly. Put yourself in the autumn picture scene, see Luo Xia and the solitary flying together, appreciate the Danfeng's beside the clouds, listen to the roasting rain on the house, and hope that the old people will meet.

When I was a child, I always wanted to grow up quickly, as if only a big talent could be grabbed back. Looking up at the sky, the frog at the bottom of the well also wants to see the bustling world. Running forward, too late to look at the people around you, too late to enjoy time and youth. It was only until I got into the world of adults, and adults were divided into many types, failed, mediocre, lazy, and unbearable. Each is not what I imagined. At a glance, mediocre adults have to get older. My parents used to hope that I grew up tall, but now I just want me to chat with them more. The wrinkles in the corners of my parents and the white hair on my head were informed of me. The promenade of time walked slowly when I was full of heart. In the few days, I lost many years. Waiting back, there are almost a few left. There is no way in front of me, and many things are not as long as I think. The chrysanthemums are still blooming, but I don't know when I will do it. The shelf life was blocked bright, and the years have been in my life. In the past in my life, I lost a lot of people and left a mark at each fork, but the return period was uncertain. I want to make up for a lot of regrets.

If you can, let's see it. Once friends, loved ones, classmates, and even Pingshui met, all good and bad pasts wanted to go back again. I tried to rewrite the ending, but the things in the world were fixed. Everyone's departure and everything failed to bring me something. The blue flower glysta by the playground was washed over and over again. When I looked back, I only looked at it. I only care about the small world in my eyes, but there are many accidents in this world, and it is necessary to meet the expectations step by step. I will be careful to calculate every node, and I hope to be a good enough person. But there are more than a few excellent people in the world. I have no place in it, and it is hopeless to climb the top. I have nowhere to find value, no one appreciates my existence. How old is the mediocre.

When the mountain flowers are dazzling, the trees and flowers wither, and the last piece of fallen leaves enter the soil, maybe I reached the end of time. I want to go to the window to see the red tea, red maple trees on the forest, and sycamores floating in my mind. Some of them exist in the photos, and some are just in their hearts, and they have no chance to enter. In fact, everything in the world and the beauty of the world, I want to see it again. In a different place where I have no relatives, I have a love of ordinary people. It's like I have never seen the stars in the sky, but I have seen meteors shining. I haven't seen autumn, but I know this is autumn. Blowing the painful pain on the face, a layer of heavy jacket, even the gloom of the sky is engraved in my memory. I do n’t know what Qiu represents when I was hour, but I was busy knowing that Lie Ri was scattered. After the wind and rain came to collect all the food, the hot pain of corn leaves on the face was the deepest mark of that era. When I stayed there, I found that there was no sweetness of food, no family care, no patch jacket. If you think about it, in fact, the cotton jacket sewn of the grandmother is not warm, and even with a mildew, but it is the protective cover I miss the most in the cold wind.

Therefore, the soil is still, so people no longer. I never saw the figure who welcomed me home on top of the ruins. There was no one who worked on the land of the grass, and everything changed. Not only me, but even the place I stayed in autumn. A volume of the residual wind, the memories are all over the sky.

I suddenly wanted to take a look at the end of time. At that time, I should be very happy, the family was happy, and my career was rising.There must be the most important people in my life there, and they all came from the End of the End of the End of the End of the End of the End of the End of the End of the End.Lili Qiu, are you okay?

Source: Sichuan Provincial Local House Work Office

Author: Zhou Shuqin (Yibin College Literature and Art Department of Literature and Arts at Level 2021 3 Chinese Language and Literature, Member of Jiang Dejun Sword Creative Writing Workshop)

Picture: Fang Zhi Sichuan

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