Two leaves? When I saw them, there were only a few bare branches left in the whole tree, and only two leaves were attached to the branches. Only then did I know that autumn was still far away.
Life may be so hasty and simple, and the same day is so mechanically stacked and flies, so simple that you have no time to be complicated, to care about the changes of things around you, or even to care about whether life is disappearing, disappearing in the footsteps of days ... As for the two leaves in front of the window, there is no time to care at all.
Now, these two leaves look at each other in the branches, and the vicissitudes of frost-white packages still faintly reveal the outstanding charm of the past. The wind blew, and they just shook their bodies twice with the wind, without any intention of leaving. I don't know why they don't go, maybe they are waiting for something, or they are going to tell Winter something. Maybe they are waiting for me, afraid that when I come to see them, I won't see the colors of autumn; Maybe they are completing a great and ordinary farewell ceremony in their lives. In short, all the other leaves left like butterflies, but they stood on the branches and refused to leave, so there must be a reason why he refused to leave. It's just a natural language I can't understand.
I always like to use people's thoughts to ponder the life of nature. Just like these two leaves, from spring to summer, from summer post to autumn, falling on the branches until now, and finally returning to my mother, making the last arc of the annual rings under the trunk, and then completing a reincarnation. What will be recorded in her life? Just like a person's life, from birth to death, along the way, what traces will life leave? Childhood, youth, middle age and old age, is a person's life as simple as a line segment?
Life is really mysterious, and there are always passwords that you can't understand.
I remember that when spring comes, there will always be a lush green crown outside the window of the balcony bedroom, like a huge mushroom's head, emerging from the invisible ground and stopping only half a meter away from the balcony. At that time, I will be very excited to stick my head out of the window to get close to the unexpected green greetings this year, reach out and shake hands with every leaf in the canopy, and once again express my welcome to the old friend.
Shaking hands with leaves is the affirmation and acceptance of one life to another. However, after accepting it, I seldom talk to it. When I am tired, I just look at her green plants. Sometimes, their swaying posture seems to be like a green butterfly or more like the wings of a bird. They always want to fly away from the branches, but they never leave, just fly away and leave their bodies.
At that time, I will imagine myself as a butterfly, but I am flying on that green tree, and the flight of leaves should be a vast sky.
And when I came back from my imagination, I was still me, and the leaves were still leaves; I came back to life, and the leaves did not leave the branches. It's just that I'm looking for life and love in my life. What are the leaves doing? Will she look for her life and love in green?
When thinking focuses on a problem, thinking is often in an unconscious state of excitement. I feel that as long as there is love in life, leaves are no exception. Otherwise, how can it change different colors in different seasons And the love of leaves should be colorful, which can be seen clearly. Moreover, its different forms and States will reflect the emotional depth at different levels.
In spring, its mood is lively, like a lovely little girl, full of freshness. In summer, it is full of emotions, and the myriad customs of the green skirt are hard to see at a glance; In autumn, its mood is heavy, and it shows its mature charm with the most attractive colors. Finally, in winter, I found my place, just like a flying butterfly, with the most elegant posture, I finished the swan song of life and love.
Presumably, every life has its origin when it comes, and its direction and posture when it comes home. For leaves, leaving and becoming a butterfly in the cold wind may be the best gesture for their love and life to return.
Now, these two swaying leaves may be meditating in retrospect, from the sun touching the skin to the green love, and then to the autumn. In the cold voice, they all stand on the branches, stare at each other, nod to each other, chew the memories of the four seasons carved on a tree, hide their dreams in the trunk, tie their love into two knots, and then two butterflies fly away from the branches.
Leaves are flightless wings, and wings are leaves that fall in the sky. Staring at the leaves and looking back, I found myself a green butterfly looking for sunshine and dreams, flying alone in winter. ...