Autumn,

To Nanchang, take the 02:20 train to Fujian, so I got up early in the morning. After 08:30 in the morning, the car dealership was between Poyang, Jiangxi and Nanchang, with a glimpse of the heart. Guest Bar, galloping on the highway, wearing my body and soul, comforting my wish, to complete this journey of my life. There is a cloud umbrella in the sky, which dyed plain black and gray. The sun looked around the clouds with difficulty, trying every means to make itself smile to the world. It seems to be waiting for a coming autumn rain, I don’t know whether it is big or small. The walking trees beside the road seemed a little old and Xiao, and the hills in the distance also lost more vitality. The scattered villages vaguely looked at me in the trees around the village. It seemed that there were no more people shouting. When the car passed the pond, only a few lonely white birds were fondling on the pond bank. Even Poyang Lake was cold-looking, except for the vast white water color, no surging waves and no glimpse. The only thing that can comfort the soul is that the red land is still alive with the eternal spread, and the rice on both sides show the green and yellow color of leaves and ears between ripe and ripe. The body keeps moving with the car, the mind of the soul is wandering in the scattered, and the contending eyes are looking for the beauty in it, so as to bring a touch of comfort to your journey. I arrived at the railway station before noon, and there were more than two hours before the departure time of the train. Waiting for more than two hours means that I have to wait in the waiting room, and I have to wait in the noisy loneliness. I don’t know what this will bring to myself, experience suffering or dispel emotions. In the radio of the waiting room, there were continuous notifications that passengers of each train could enter the station. The announcer’s voice was plain and straightforward without soft ups and downs, which sounded a little rough and stiff. Groups of people lined up to enter the station, Groups of people walked into the waiting room. The people waiting for the carriage were full of all rows of chairs, and most of them were standing, which was like the Spring Festival. The air was filled with all kinds of Mouth Sounds, laughing, crying and saying everything. Fortunately, more than 70% of the people were focusing on their mobile phones, or they would certainly induce sound explosion. A group of old travellers, with smiling faces and joy, seemed to give themselves a full meal at the next stop. There are various foodies in the small supermarket, and the waiter is waiting beside the cash register, occasionally there is a cool smile of counting money. The coolness of Mid-Autumn Festival can not be found indoors, and breath communication can not be carried out inside and outside the body. The hot air boosts and dances around the pores, which is a great attempt to squeeze people into the body. The decent skin is a glossy film. Time is moving forward seamlessly, the broadcast is still going on, the cleaners are busy looking for the cleaning target, and my thoughts are scattered in every corner, waiting for the arrival of the ride. When I got on the train, I felt that life was moving, and time had passed endlessly. The thoughts I once had had become carved old people, and stayed in the past space, only memory can be viewed. Looking out of the car window, it seemed that there was still some sadness in the mind bag, constantly jumping between the brain. The Wormwood and Lotus in the pond, the short and long grass on the ridge, the duckweed and water chestnut in the river, the hairy stems and leaves on the railway side and the hill slope, they all have withered yellow color. When the sun is cloudy, it makes the light molecules tired out of weakness, which makes them weak and weak. They even have no feeling of warmth. There is no wind ridicule, no cold comfort, the hills and trees branches are still open, and the bamboo leaves pull the head, just like a painting in the shallow air, without any movement, every tree is silent, even the walls, tiles, open soil, rails, cement slopes and platforms are dead. Although there is no rain today, the sky is still looking forward to it dimly. It seems that it wants to save some lives with rain. The heart is crying, who does autumn give vitality! Where will the research go?

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