Autumn Prose 1
Autumn Prose
It's already December, and the leaves on the trees have long been withered and yellowed, but there are still most of them hanging on the branches.
At night, in the dim streetlights, what I saw was a golden splendor of the tree, and for a moment, I was frozen.
Looking at the fairy tale-like golden tree, clattering and flapping his branches and leaves, I actually had a kind of tears to fall moved.
I always thought that the fall, dead leaves, just represents the depression and loneliness. Autumn wind and rain sorrow kill, the ancients for the description of autumn is also mostly so:
Overview of the state of the fall is also, its color is bleak, the smoke fay cloud convergence; ......
Its gas is cold, cold, acupuncture people's muscles and bones; the meaning of the depression, the mountains and rivers are lonely.
Gu its for the sound is also, poignant, hooting and hollering.
Listening to the sound of autumn, watching the leaves fall one by one, is a farewell, but also the exhaustion and fading of life. The bleakness, reluctance and helplessness always lingers in my mind. I appreciate the wind and clouds of autumn. I am enamored of her elegance, but at the same time always inevitably fall into the bleak mood.
And today, this splendor, suddenly gave me a feeling of strength.
The tree, a man, persistent almost stubbornly stood there, with a branch full of gold, strong in the wind.
It turns out that the fall is also rigid. It is persistence and patience.
Finally ushered in a rare day of rest, I wanted to sleep a lazy, who knew that the biological clock, hard to wake up in the morning when the first ray of sunshine into the window, it is difficult to sleep. The first thing you need to do is to go for a walk along the river and enjoy the fall morning scenery.
A little wider embankment, three or two aunts or square dance or play tai chi, from their body and movement, completely see the traces of the years carved, full of passion and vitality. Just like the sun in the fall, although there is no spring vigorous momentum, lack of summer's strong and warm, but also in the calm breeding in a kind of vitality. It can be seen, autumn, own autumn flavor, the old man has its own old man's vitality and elegance.
The river has been no spring and summer of the recklessness of a cascade, some places have been able to see the bed of the river, in the protruding water on the rocks, there are one or two old man is concentrating on fishing. The river is clear, reflecting a face that has been through the vicissitudes of life, but the expression of calm, as in this autumn river. From the old man's sitting position, has been here for a period of time fishing, although nothing, but he is still quietly waiting, not anxious and not dry. Obviously, is the intention of fishing is not in the fish, they just use a fishing posture to meet the arrival of another fall just! In the light of the flavor of autumn filtering years of trivia, precipitated a face all the peace!
Farewell to the fishing old man, I continue to walk along the river bank, by chance a breeze blew, adding a few minutes of the coolness of the autumn, although it is the southern part of the country, but after all, it is already in the fall. A few yellow leaves rolled down from the trees, as if to tell the parting and reluctance. Looking at, one after another down the yellow leaves, I think, in fact, life is not so, always repeating the birth, old age, illness and death, always greeted with a one by one arrival and departure, endless meeting and separation!
"Dad, look" a tender voice came, not far away, a child of about 3 years old, seems to have found something, busy calling his father, the young father full of favor answered. It turned out that the little baby in a withered tree trunk found a young leaf, surprised. It seems that fall doesn't just mean growing old, but new life is being born as well! "Little butterfly," the little baby's eyes fall back on a butterfly fluttering in front of him, and dad rushes to follow in his son's footsteps. The backs of father and son alternate with each other in the sunrise, full of motion, gradually blending into the flowers and grasses of the embankment, a good picture of autumn morning silhouette.
The sun is slowly rising, with a little heat, I began to walk back. The flowers and grasses on both sides of the river, under the reflection of the sun presents the unique style of autumn, although not as abundant as the spring, summer luxuriant, but let a person have a sense of inner peace. We often complain that the pace of modern life is too fast, making people restless. In fact, it is we ignore everything around us, so that the heart is dry. In fact, as long as we take a slow pace, stop and watch carefully, the heart will feel the peace, which is probably the enlightenment of this fall to us!
The turn of the autumn, a tree green gradually faded, not long, it has been a tree of intoxicating gold. I came from the south, the memory of the four seasons is full of green, never seen this kind of beautiful scenery, always think it is the visual enjoyment, really is beautiful. However, not long after, a tree yellow leaves began to slowly fade, like an angel fell off the clouds, and make people feel pity.
A leaf falling, and know the world fall. At first, I didn't even realize the sadness of the passing. Now, the boundless fallen trees under the Xiao Xiao, full of yellow leaves pile up, suddenly a kind of sadness surged to the heart. The original penetrating yellow gradually withered, the remnants of the body scattered, both quiet and beautiful, only to feel that there is nothing else in heaven and earth, that is the last flourish before they fade away ah, and then, just wait for the winter snow cover, all annihilation.
Walking in the sky flying leaves, a sense of powerlessness gradually came to life. Life is a life, the grass and trees in the fall, wither and glory but in a flash. And in this instant, but also to bloom an extreme prosperity. As Rabindranath Tagore said: life is like the splendor of summer flowers, death is like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves. Life is impermanent, if we will pass away, why not bloom overnight?
To the next year, the spring breeze again, everything began to rebirth, waiting for a winter of dead wood once again nirvana. The sun and the moon, the grass is dead and live, then people? I don't know if there is reincarnation, but I firmly believe that as long as it once bloomed, it is not a disappointment,
We will always remain in a certain place, a certain moment, a certain part of the human heart ----
Years from now, there will eventually be a similar flower grows on the side of the road where we used to be,----
Autumn Feelings Prose 4After a long time of living in the city, I don't have any obvious feeling of the change of the seasons. I'm not sure if I've ever been in the same place before. When the leaves on the roadside changed from green to yellow, the wind blew, and I felt a slight coolness, oh, the fall is here, the thoughts of the past, then defiantly attacked the heart. It awakens my childhood memories, prompting me to think back to that sweet, bitter and everything in the past, there is a kind of fond regret, but also a kind of remorseful yearning; there is a kind of incomparable happiness, but also a kind of overflowing heart touched. And that mixed with the dreams of yesteryear is an incomparable joyful pleasure, as well as a kind of sour, astringent thoughts lurking in the bottom of the heart. I can not refuse this insistent, from the bottom of the heart of the potential consciousness, only to be quiet, put aside all the miscellaneous trivialities, in yesterday's romantic and moving ......
When I was a child, every day out of the face of the land, crops, ears accompanied by the sound of chickens and dogs barking, but also for the mother to share the household chores, worrying about the pigs, goats, donkeys I'm not going to be able to do that. When the golden rapeseed flowers gradually fall off, the heavy wheat ears are also green and yellow, beans bulging round belly, to show us the fullness of the body; yam eggs top open the thick layer of soil, want to give a surprise in advance; cabbage, radish is not willing to be weak, flinging the leaves of the joyful, miso, hard to upward leap. Whether it is in the morning or evening, ripe crops excitedly swaying harvest fruit, with the intoxicating fragrance overflowing the hill country fields; the wind with rolling waves of wheat, filled with refreshing fragrance; the soil, wheat grass mixed with the flavor stays in front of the people, long unwilling to spread.
Standing at the head of the mother of the ground, the brow reveals the joy that can not be hidden, she will be a broken wheat stalks up, with a hand gently strokes the heavy wheat ears, for fear of hurting the wheat grain. She lovingly, tending to let the injured wheat lean on her companion, and then complained to herself, "Which doll is this, why don't you spare the crop?" Then she reminded us to walk against the ridge and not to step on the crop. Wind gently blowing, a field of wheat looking back at their mother, only they understand their mother's heart, know their mother's hard work. From spring to fall, this field of crops spilled a lot of mother's sweat, as well as silent tears. Crops have a chance to rest and breathe, my mother did not.
However, this field of crops to the mother, but also brought us a lot of hope and joy.
When I was a child, I liked autumn only for food and clothing, and when I grew up, I liked autumn but it was another scenery, another flavor.
More than twenty years ago, conceived a small life in my body, in the golden season of autumn came to my side, the pink face although some wrinkles, but clenched two fists clearly powerful, a wow cry, to the family, but also to me to declare that she came to the world, to do my daughter, became a member of our family.
I no longer pass my days with carefree moments, I have become a wife and a mother. I arrange my life with my heart, and create the warmth and happiness of a small family with my love. The time is like water, a few years later, we hard to violate the family planning policy forced the birth of a second child. To be honest, I don't have to have a son to stop, looking at the growing daughter alone, lack of playmates, lack of happy atmosphere, we decided that no matter what man or woman another, to create a happy family environment for the child.
Everything is so coincidental, and is the fruitful fall, my chubby son of a hard hissing cry, breaking the dawn of peace. The nurse held my son in front of me as I lay on the delivery bed, elated with deep concern that the severity of the punishment was already in front of me, and that life was going to be tough.
In front of the tough policy, we made a bet with the future. The county government published a red-topped document on our disciplinary decisions, and my husband kept his job, but the severe financial penalties added a heavy burden on us, and cast an unspeakable shadow on my heart.
In those days, life was a little tougher, and the days were hard, but I was not discouraged. In order to make a living, I began a difficult trek on the road of life. At that time, the small county's self-employment just started, I began to raise in the school kiosk, because I violated the family planning policy, the layers of approval procedures all the way to my flash is a red light. In my hopeless wait, I met one of my teachers, without violating the principle of the premise, he gave me great support, he asked someone to find a way for me to handle the approval procedures for business licenses. With the help of friends and family, my 'individual business license was finally done down. East and West raised less than a thousand dollars in cash, still can not solve the urgent need, I sold the only electrical appliances at home, a color television set. In the fall school day, the deafening sound of firecrackers accompanied by my sadness, "xx middle school stationery store" finally opened.
The path of life is unpredictable, I did not think I would one day be reduced to a peddler. That fall, I experienced all sorts of hardships, stored the unspeakable disappointment and heartache. Pushing a bicycle running in the county streets and alleys, because of the lack of funds, once can not get the goods into the whole, in order to not let the goods appear out of stock, the phenomenon of broken goods, I can only be less into the goods, hard into the goods, several times a day into the goods. Students went out to buy goods in class, students rushed back to sell goods after class. I listened to the bells of the students going to work and followed the footsteps of the teachers and students. At that time, people looked at the eyes of the self-employed is strange, sometimes into the goods on the road to meet acquaintances, I hurriedly put my head down, hurried past; standing at the counter to sell goods, I do not dare to look at other people's eyes. I broke off and students, friends of all contacts, quietly cultivating their own sowing of hardship, only in the dead of night, I will remember and stay in the previous work and inconspicuous.
I try to forget everything in the past, and try to pretend to be a secular businessman. I had a small harvest in January, and a sizable income in a year. During this period, the state also vigorously support the development of individual businessmen, more channels for purchasing goods, rich in commodities, my business is gradually booming. People changed their prejudice against self-employed people, I have a new understanding of their own work, and gradually like their own profession. Although I have encountered all kinds of unimaginable hardships on the road of life, I have gained a rich life experience.
Life has given me joy, but also let me taste the sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty taste of life. After experiencing these, I became strong, frank, I for the creation of a cozy little home unremitting efforts.
The moment of the years, the evening at my side milky a pair of children, the head has exceeded my height. During the five-year period, they are full of passion, harvest season of maturity, received the hot letter of acceptance to the university, in the fruit full of branches of the golden autumn, they stepped into the road of life and a new starting point. Four years later, my daughter just jumped into the arms of the plateau to start working, a foreign university admission notice of graduate school sent to her hands. The warmth of the afterglow is not yet over, the daughter in the gerbera surrounded by the cool autumn winds of the great beauty of Qinghai, embarked on the road to study in a foreign country.
With my children having their own living space, I felt I had a chance to breathe and rest. I remembered a beautiful promise I had made in my life, that I would realize my literary dream if I had the chance.
Half a lifetime of knots, because of the dream in the heart. The cool breeze of the autumn night, I immersed in their own words, listening to the heart of the confession, feeling the true love of mankind, feel the vicissitudes of life, to promote the good, the evil, the beautiful and the ugly.
I finally found a spiritual support, found the nourishing life of the spring. In a soft moonlight night, I said to my husband beside me a long time a desire, I want to put their own words into a book, leaving my children, to my relatives to do a memorial. In his great help and active support, another pregnant ripe fall, I finally fulfilled the dream I have been doing for a long time.
Flipping through the lead printing of the text, although it is not a piece of embroidery, word by word, but it is my heartfelt voice, this voice to the reader to bring a little pleasure and touched.
I was touched by the readers who gave me encouragement and support, and I once again persevered for the dream in my heart. Autumn not only harvested the abundant grains, but also harvested a lot of my life steps in the moving and happy. I love the fall, like the fall to bring me calm, calm and mature.