october

The osmanthus in the corner of the balcony didn’t show any sign of blooming two days earlier. This morning, there was a faint smell of fragrance. Looking carefully, the osmanthus bloomed overnight. While smelling the fragrance of flowers, watching carefully, little white flowers were hanging on the branches, clusters, so delicate and so pure. The early morning wind swept over the osmanthus trees on the balcony, gently shaking the green leaves and small white flowers, and a wisp of fragrance came into the room, lingering in the fragrant fragrance for a long time. I haven’t observed this osmanthus tree so carefully for a long time. Maybe life is too hurried, the fast-paced life is too busy to take care of the flowers and plants around, or perhaps osmanthus trees are so ordinary in the days when they do not bloom. There are sparse leaves on the thin branches, and you can’t see the prosperity of luxuriant leaves. The leaves that are not too dark green are a little emerald yellow, so it can be said that there is no attraction at all. Just in the days when the weather is getting cold and everything is depressed, osmanthus trees gather all the ordinary days and quietly bloom small white flowers in the autumn wind. The little white flower is still plain, and I didn’t notice it even if I didn’t pay attention to it, but it was just a faint fragrance in the autumn wind. My heart is also blown by the autumn wind to be flustered and silent. A wisp of flower fragrance flows into my heart, which will confuse many sentient beings. I am no exception, and I am intoxicated in the plain fragrance. I wonder if this is the charm of autumn? Is it the mellow flavor of the season? My thoughts drift towards the beautiful dream, letting me enjoy the beauty and fragrance in the ordinary life. In the cold silence approaching winter, small towns in the South began to smell the fragrance of osmanthus flowers. By the middle of October, with a little cold autumn wind, the fragrance of flowers had filled the city. I always like the fragrant season of osmanthus flowers, walking alone in the scenery of October, feeling the cool breeze of practicing, feeling the slight coolness of the days gradually seeping into my body. In this way, I can clearly understand that life always has ups and downs, and that I always have a day of aging and silence, and I need to cherish it when I live. Although there was an obvious scene of seasonal reincarnation in the October field in the South, but the leaves were a little green, the purple flowers on the other side disappeared, and several sparse dragon boat flowers were swaying feebly in the wind. A piece of fallen leaves slowly fell down in front of my eyes, touching the pain of inner silence, and my thoughts were instantly immersed in the separation injury of late autumn. At this time, the wind blew from the side, but there was a faint sweet osmanthus fragrance, but the dim fragrance could not find the direction of the sweet osmanthus. This kind of atmosphere always makes my mind active. My heart is like the lake water moving in the wind, but I can’t see the reflection in my heart clearly, which also makes me lose my direction. Such a mess in my heart, or because of the obsession in the world of mortals. Only the faint sweet-scented osmanthus can gently soothe and calm down. Facing the slight coolness, a wisp of sweet-scented osmanthus is lingering in sorrow. I can accurately feel the warmth, comfort and comfort of my heart, or you have never been far away. Walking in the cool autumn days, I was helpless to see the fallen leaves and counted how many autumns there were in my life. The Green Years are getting farther and farther, and finally it can’t reach a leaf of autumn cool. The relentless time poured the hot hope into a lake of Autumn Water, calm, silence is like a happy life. We can never go back to the colorful season, and we can never go back to the time when we are young and don’t know how to worry about. We can’t even have money. This is the ruthlessness of time. In this season, I can only face bravely and then calmly. Facing the reality is a difficult choice but the only choice. I can only wait for the years to grow old calmly. I have gone through Passionate Years, experienced more separation between life and death, and more and more like clean days. In the cool autumn, watch the leaves blowing away, smell where the fragrance of flowers comes out, put down the shackles in life, and become a relaxed free man. Maybe I really want to admit that I am old and can no longer change something, although my heart is still so eager. Over and over again, the heart is more than enough but the strength is not enough, which makes people truly accept the fate. Flowers Bloom is the fate, and leaves fall is the fate. Everything is in the arrangement of power. Spend the light time in the years with heart, feel the ending and plain of prosperity with heart, and the most real life is to disperse the flashy. It is just like the ordinary and plain of osmanthus osmanthus. It does not compete for delicacy but does not fall in love with prosperity, but it can be fragrant and gentle in a lonely season. Late Autumn, the autumn of life, sitting alone beside the osmanthus tree in front of the balcony, a pot of green tea, a favorite song, makes the years simple and quiet. On a quiet day, let the fragrance of flowers touch your mind, put your thoughts in words, and let the happy memory in the heart gently and gently. I don’t need too much extravagance any more. I loosen my hands tightly, put down the prosperity which has already withered safely, and only use the most indifferent heart to hold the most mellow thoughts. My heart is like sweet osmanthus fragrance, and the warmth is coming in winter. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Miss

One night in late autumn, there was no cloud in the blue sky, and a full moon lingered alone in the sky. Xu Wenqiang leaned against the handrail, looking at the lonely moon, thinking silently in his heart: at this time, he was already as popular as the sky in Shanghai. But although Shanghai was lively and brother Wen was noble, he was just a lonely migratory bird flying to Shanghai after all. Birds are far and near, and people follow the water. Maybe life is just like this. Loneliness welled up in his heart. He thought of Cheng Cheng and the little things he got along with him day and night: they drank and ate together in French concession, played on Broadway together, strolled along Huangpu River to watch the sails together, when we went to belopen to watch movies and dance together, the sweetness suddenly filled the whole heart, and his heart flew to France instantly. He left Shanghai tomorrow. He thought that he always wanted to accompany Cheng Cheng to France. But is Cheng Cheng willing? Suddenly, he remembered the voice-over of Cheng Cheng when he left: You are so selfish. When you wanted to go to France with you, you said you wanted to revenge. Now you want to be fair after you revenge, when you choose two things, you can’t take both. He seemed a little depressed, but he was right, Xu Wenqiang thought. Feng Jingyao was loyal when he opened a gambling house and sold opium in Shanghai; Feng Jingyao was loyal when he bullied Shanghai Bajie; Feng Jingyao was loyal when he killed and set fire for his own benefit. Only when the Japanese colluded with Feng Jingyao to destroy the gangs in Shanghai in order to occupy Shanghai, in order to save the anti-Japanese soldiers and the Jingwu gate, they resolutely cut their robe and broke up with Feng Jingyao, which was the great national righteousness. After breaking the righteousness, when Cheng Cheng’s father chased and killed himself in the whole Shanghai, he endured it; When he fled to Hong Kong with the help of Ding Li and was still chased and killed by Cheng Cheng’s father, he endured it; when he was chased and killed by Cheng Cheng’s father after his marriage for Cheng Cheng’s peace, he also endured it; When he and his family hid in uncle a Di’s house and were still chased and killed by Cheng Cheng’s father, still endure, that is the affection for Cheng Cheng. When his family was finally killed by Cheng Cheng’s father, he couldn’t bear it any more. It was a man’s affection for his wife that he couldn’t bear this revenge. Cold, Maple Leaf red, moon man leaning against the tower, maybe, maybe Cheng Cheng who is far away in France is the same as himself, at this moment is lonely facing this round of Moon, just full of heart, what’s more, Xu Wenqiang’s heart seemed to be pulled up. The unstoppable rise of missing, go to France to pursue this emotional love journey. Even if Cheng Cheng can’t accept it for a while, he still has to express himself: in the emotional world, love is emotional, and not about quality. Thinking of this, Xu Wenqiang ran downstairs regardless of everything, called Ding Li, invited him to belemen and told him that he would leave Shanghai tomorrow. A person’s wish is always good, but the reality made a cruel joke with him: he was chased and killed by hooligans soon after he walked out of the gate, and was shot and killed by the gunner at the gate. On his deathbed, he told Ding Li that he wanted to go to France to find Cheng Cheng. At that moment, I was extremely shocked. I didn’t know that a dying person could have such a beautiful imagination and hope. His peaceful expression made people sigh with emotion and made people pay homage. I have been loving Xu Wenqiang for some reason since I knew Xu Wenqiang when I saw Shanghai beach. I like his bandit spirit, literary spirit, loyalty, chivalrous spirit and upright spirit; I like his charming and chivalrous tenderness, and I prefer that his work is affectionate and faithful. I have always told my colleagues that I want to be a affectionate and faithful hooligan, but unfortunately I gave birth to a wrong family and society. My colleagues are surprised why I have this idea, and I always feel very strange. When I have time to review the classic Shanghai Beach again today, I suddenly understand that the most beautiful emotion in the world is not the benevolence and morality on the mouth, but the friendship made, only when we feel it with our heart can it be engraved in our hearts. This may be the reason why I can’t forget it all the time. But any beautiful emotion in the world may start with comedy and end with tragedy: Xu Wenqiang and Feng Chengcheng are like this, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai are like this, Romeo and Juliet are also like this, all over the world. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…