Heating will be supplied from tomorrow. It seemed that God intended to cooperate with this work. At noon, with a cold wind, snow rose unexpectedly in the sky. First, the snow particles, then turned into large pieces of snow floc. Next, stop for a while, the temperature will be lower than after a while. The snow at this time absolutely matches the surrounding environment. In the process of work and work, I have been walking in the corridor covered with fallen leaves for some days. Every time I pass by, I will look at the trees on both sides. From spitting out new green from the buds of trees, to stretching and enlarging the leaves, turning into emerald green, then to old green, turning yellow and red, you can see it in your eyes. This kind of change has always accompanied me. Unconsciously, yellow leaves have fallen. At first, the leaves of broad Juglans mandshurica were dropped. When Juglans Juglans stood in the wind of early autumn with bare trunk, a thick layer of fallen leaves had accumulated under my feet, which was dry and thick. Wherever I passed, there would be a sound of brushing and pulling under my feet, occasionally, there will be a few dead leaves Dancing with the wind. I don’t know why, seeing these fallen leaves makes me think of dead leaf butterfly at once. I don’t know whether butterfly is named for fallen leaves or fallen leaves are named for butterflies. In short, there are so many similarities between them. When one layer of fallen leaves covered another layer of fallen leaves, I knew that the autumn wind was already ruthless. The Lotus Pond on one side of the corridor has already disappeared. When a few small green leaves spread on the water surface, I used to wish this green could cover the whole pond. And God really cared for me. At the end of summer, I really saw a layer of green lotus leaves spread out in the most empty place in the pond. I knew that next year, there would be a full pool of lotus fragrance. The Lotus in the pool is swaying, which is my hope. But in the pond at present, the huge lotus leaves have dried up. As soon as they drooped in the same direction, they saw the same old lotus flowers standing upright among the withered lotus leaves, which had already lost the prosperity of the past. This declining scene, from my eyes, has been desolation to my heart. Stepping on the rustling leaves again and again, watching them become soft from a rain, and the color becomes dim from yellow or green, which is closer to the color of the soil. I also saw a layer of new fallen leaves falling onto these soft and dark leaves, which made me feel that no matter whether I want to or not, whether I want to or not, my life is getting old, and another season has been reincarnated. Time is like a wild horse running forward crazily. The new year is coming to an end before we can recall it. Taking stock of the harvest of this year, I was suddenly surprised. The days seemed to be consumed unconsciously. In this year, except for a work that accidentally won the second prize in Yichun poetry contest, as well as two articles which were published in the northern literature but died because of my stubbornness not to pay them, I hardly had any other works published, even some articles like mood essays and diaries are rare. Is it true that I no longer have any thoughts, or that I am really calm to the point where my heart is still? The answer is definitely not. But exactly what makes I decadent the such degrees? What makes your instant inspiration fly away suddenly? Some people say that many beautiful words in the world come from loneliness. When you are alone, you are afraid of loneliness, but enjoy loneliness at the same time. When this kind of loneliness no longer exists, I feel more lonely instead. It seemed that I hurt a pair of flying wings and shrank in an inherent mold every day, repeating boring and boring things indifferently, like this every day. Therefore, the fallen leaves on the ground can easily evoke the most vulnerable place in my heart. I really want to see the beautiful scenery of the blue night with a crane on the clear sky, but after working hard for a long time and imagining for a long time, my heart was still heavy and could not float lightly. I don’t know when the snow stops. The sun shines on everything outside the window, but it still gives people a feeling of coldness. This winter is coming.

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