I received a light letter with a cut-out of the clear sky inside.
Time passed very quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the National Day holiday was over. Time passed very slowly, and it was already mid-to-late October. The poplars in late autumn had begun to turn yellow slowly, and she had already put on her plum blossoms.
Grandma knitted a pink sweater for her, but she still didn't wait for her sister to reply.
After a sudden light rain, the fallen leaves on the ground colored the entire October.
When I went out early in the morning, I was hit by a fallen leaf. When I raised my head, a drop of rain fell into my eyes instantly.
Walking on the poplar leaves that covered the ground after the rain, I collected them with a smile. After the light rain fell, I frowned and lowered my head. I couldn't help but wonder: Did I write the wrong address? Or did the little brother who delivered the letter send the wrong letter?
Otherwise, two weeks have passed, why haven't I received a reply from my sister?
Su Qianqian clearly remembered that Grandma Wang in front of the bookstall once said that the slowest time in the country is seven days, and in Jingyun City, the slowest time is three days.
So, what now?
A gust of wind blew by, it was slightly cool and ridged!
Su Qianqian couldn't help but shudder. When she just went out, she was a little stubborn. She didn't hold an umbrella or put on a thick coat, so she walked out alone.
Suddenly I want to take a look at the intersection near the village. Could it be that the little brother who delivers the letter doesn’t know the address of grandpa’s house?
She took two steps forward along the right side of the path. The wind blew by, carrying the remaining rainwater on the leaves, sliding down and throwing it on her face.
Su Qianqian shivered, hugged her shoulders, and looked at the intersection ahead. She felt a little cold!
The young poplar trees on both sides of the road swayed in the wind, straightening up and bending down again.
The leaves have long since turned yellow and withered, and no new green can be found. After a night rain, the wind blows and shakes the withered coldness of the tree, cutting into pieces the fantasy of warmth in yesterday's memory. I am too lonely to write a decent story.
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Walking alone on this cold path, listening to the sound of my own footsteps, suddenly a cold feeling overflowed my heart: Sister, you won't forget her, right?
No, no, no, Su Qianqian immediately rejected this idea. My sister would not do it.
My sister said that she is her only sister and the person she is closest to!
In a sudden moment, her feet slipped. Su Qianqian came back to her senses and looked at the road under her feet. She unexpectedly found a fallen leaf. Among the pile of dead leaves, there was a green leaf, slightly glowing with it.
Silk ground yellow meaning.
Looking at the fallen leaves all over the ground, I suddenly remembered the sentence in a slow voice: Searching, searching, deserted, miserable... The hardest to breathe, yellow flowers piled up all over the ground... The sycamore tree is also drizzle, and when it arrives,
Dusk, bit by bit...
The feeling of loneliness and desolation suddenly came to my heart.
Su Qianqian blinked slightly. Why hadn't she noticed before that it was so cold, lonely and desolate when it rained?
He sighed softly, looked ahead, and walked over.
As I walked past, I couldn't help but turn back and pick up that fallen leaf.
Pick up that fallen leaf and hold it in the palm of your hand, like holding a warm memory.
That is a green leaf!
After the yellowish and slightly cold rain, I picked up a green leaf.
The memory is the undissolved cloud above her head, the faint sunshine, and the fragrance of a leaf that suddenly spreads to her throughout the late autumn.
What is in her heart is the memory of a green leaf. Its greenness has found a deep and deep memory in her heart.
In that kind of memory, there is an extremely gentle girl, holding that poetic little umbrella, and the swaying patches of greenery, walking gently in the rainy alley that she remembers for a long time, early in the morning or
At dusk, the sound of splashing water's footsteps has always been her most beautiful music.
So beautiful is the fallen leaf bookmark placed in her thick book.
Books are her favorite, and leaves are the favorite of that girl, Ouyang Fuqian, her sister.
Holding that green leaf, it felt like holding the most precious treasure in the world.
In all the past memories, her sister held an umbrella for her to block all the ups and downs!
But now, she was left alone in the mist after the heavy rain.
The heart is like a silk net with thousands of knots in it.
Su Qianqian sighed slightly in her heart!
In order to satisfy my little curiosity, I traveled 300 kilometers to this strange place.
After the cold rain, in the cold wind, walking on the cold intersection, looking at the cold and thick cloudy moon above my head, I suddenly felt at a loss: who I am now, now
Are they like the fallen leaves in late autumn after the rain, drifting and falling alone?
A cool breeze blew by.
Su Qianqian shrunk her collar and looked into the distance, past the market town. The clouds and sky were so thick that it was hard to take away her sight.
The road was deserted, and the poplar trees on both sides of the road swayed in the wind. From time to time, fallen leaves slipped past my eyes, spinning and falling to the ground.
Su Qianqian felt suffocated and thought of her sister again.
I don’t know what my sister is doing at this moment.
Are you still leaning in front of the window and reading? Or are you like her, watching the rain from the window, or walking to the garden where they admire flowers together, watching the raindrops falling? Or, when you are tired from reading, you are reading
When you are tired, do you occasionally think of her in your heart?
Many people said that she and her sister looked alike. Sometimes, she felt that she might be her sister's shadow. They said that she always followed her like a shadow.
Was it that I was wrong from the beginning?
Looking at the smoky road in the distance, Su Qianqian's heart became heavy.
The years have carved overlapping sleepless days, which cannot close the distance between people and shadows, nor can they close the distance between the present and the past, but the memory still exists.
Fragrant songs and melodious chords float in the green sky, opening up the green mountains and plains deep in the memory, extending the call a thousand times to find their once eager and still loud voice.
Go back to the original green with the person in your memory, to reread the vividness and beauty of the past moments, to see the beautiful and poetic lyric poems in the garden at that time, to relive the little dreams we shared at the beginning.
However, she seemed to have suddenly lost her way and could not find the exit to her original dream.
The road was deserted, and the fallen leaves were still falling in the wind. The whole village turned into a symbol of memory. Looking up, a drop fell down, and it landed on her face, eyes and eyebrows as she looked up.
A gust of wind blew past, and it was cool.
Su Qianqian blinked slightly and found that the corners of her eyes were moist.
I don't know if it's rain or tears.
He lowered his head and slid down.
It slipped onto the leaf in my hand that had just turned yellow.
Are you like these fallen leaves in the rain?
Su Qianqian thought like this, letting the cool breeze pass by, letting the slightly cool raindrops slide down.
"Qianqian."
There was a voice coming from behind.
Someone is calling her!
Su Qianqian blinked her eyes, sniffed slightly, raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, and turned her head...