If you are here, Qiu Yan will not be old.

When the summer romance was still hanging on the branches and leaves of begonia, a slightly cold autumn wind had quietly swept through the center of the lawn, shaking down several pieces of autumn leaves, lying among the flowers of several small yellow flowers, looking up feebly at the still dazzling sunlight in the sky, but at this moment, the autumn sun is already pale yellow and there is no trace of warmth. The Euphorbia euphratica, which lost its lush past, silently standing in the cold autumn wind, letting the autumn leaves fall from the branches, unable to stop or retain. Walking alone on the edge of the field in the suburbs, looking at the shrinking grass, although the green is still, it has lost its former delicacy. In the center of this lawn, there is a path paved by green slabstone, which gently leads to the artificial oasis ahead. Once on a summer night, when the sunset curled up in the arms of the night with sunset glow, it was the moment when we walked hand in hand. Remember to hold your hand every time and feel the anxiety and excitement coming from your palm. The warmth spread from your palm, but the emotion wave in your heart has already tumbled. I like to watch the orange glow over your cheeks and stay deep in your eyes when the sunset is sinking, because I am staring at your eyes at this moment, you can see your happiness flowing out of your eyes and moist from the corners of your eyes. I like your nervous breathing at this moment. My little hands hug my waist tightly and my face depends on my chest. You said you could hear my heartbeat, but it was faster than yours. I will gently say to you: fool, because I am happier than you. You love me and I am the happiest man in the world. You will touch my cheek with your hand and answer: I think I am the happiest woman. When romance is boiling in summer, autumn walks gently from the valley, with the fragrance of flowers in the valley and the scorching desire for harvest, with a group of sparrows flying from a distance, how to shout happily, they stopped on the Poplar and did not know what they were describing. This day is when you want to leave. In the early autumn morning, when dew is still attached to the flower buds and flows on the green leaves, Rays of Sunshine sprinkle from the arms of autumn. You are carrying a simple luggage, wearing that light blue jeans and long hair tied in the scarf I sent you. You looked at me with a smile and said: What’s the matter? Are you reluctant? I replied with embarrassment: Yes, I really want to put you in my heart, so I won’t feel sad because I miss you. You left, leaving me alone in the autumn wind. Do you still remember that when you walked together in the valley, it was also a day when autumn leaves fell all over the ground. You picked up a red maple leaf and smoothed the edge of the leaf and said to me: do you think love also has the season of falling leaves? Will love only leave a place of autumn leaves after blooming charming, which can only be recalled but not forever? I remember that time I thought for a long time and didn’t know how to answer it. I think having had was a kind of happiness, but I don’t know whether it was a pain of one person or two people after losing it. You said: I don’t know how long we can love. I don’t want to love for a lifetime. I just want to love you. You are still loving me. If I get old together in the future, I hope I will go first. I don’t want to be alone and miss in the world, so my heart will break. I don’t know if there is another life, if the happiness of love in this life, then make a wish that the next generation can meet and fall in love; If this life can not be loved to the old, then make a wish to let me love again in the next life. On that day, you said a lot because you were reluctant or too many words in your heart. A deep kiss blocked all the languages. In that season when autumn faces were full of mountains, in the dusk when autumn leaves were full of grass, in that profound time of love, in that moment when I knew you had been branded on my heart. Walking through the valley hand in hand, most of the flowers that have been blooming in the Valley have withered, and the autumn leaves remaining on the branches are crumbling. The grass path stepped out by people is very deep, and the grass is deeply broken, and the stamens are like mud. Autumn is always beautiful only when you look far away. The maple leaves are burning in the valley like fire. The autumn sun overflows, rolling up the heat at the moment when the palms are opposite, you look at me with a smile, your cheeks melt in the sunshine, and I look in a daze, at this time, all the autumn colors hide their shame under your smiling face. You can’t see the shadow in the car you are riding. I don’t know whether you are looking back at me or you have already put on headphones and started listening to songs. I waved my hand in the sight you can’t see, silently said to you: Don’t worry, I will go to you in a month. I hope it will not be cold in autumn at that time. Sitting on a stone bench, I miss you. The autumn wind brushed his cheeks slowly, with a warm feeling of missing. I will see you in a few days. I don’t know what you are doing at this moment. Your smile is floating in front of my eyes, but a drop of Tears flows out of the corner of my eyes. An unknown leaf, red as blood, climbed up from the shallow levee and was swept down by the autumn wind, floating in the air and dancing lightly. The red leaves were enchanting and delicate as silk, it can be seen vaguely that the charm once remained in the tactful leaf eyebrow. The autumn is already deep, and whether the autumn is old or not. Touching the leaves, the wisp of softness is still the same, but the fragrance is lost. It can only be like midnight wine, with the taste of wine, but less rich. When I saw you, I held a bunch of roses and said to you with a smile: You gave it to you, do you like it? You looked at me in surprise and saw your eyes flowing with love. I held you tightly and whispered in your ear: I miss you. The autumn face is blooming, and the rich autumn color is as beautiful as the smile of the 28 girls. Originally, if you were here, Qiu Yan would not be old.

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