The end of youth/the season of life

I don’t know when, the two of us talked early in the morning, starting from “did you sleep well?”, “drink water?”, “how is your blood pressure?”, and fell asleep on the sofa unconsciously at night, When I woke up and looked at my watch, it was past eleven o’clock at night, and the day was not over yet, but a new round of insomnia had begun.

Sleepy in spring, slack in autumn, dozing in summer, dozing off in winter, and freezing on tiptoe in winter, I don’t feel sleepy in spring, but I always feel tired in autumn. For the blooming of flowers, there is no such joy as last year. Some are for those tender greens, those new ones full of strength and vitality, or green, or yellow, or red, emerging from nowhere without any scruples. , from small to large, fast-growing shoots. It is full of hope that everything is the way it was at the beginning.

It is the season when the elderly are getting old and the children are starting a family. If there are seasons in life, it should be autumn, right? Permeating the face, is the elegant splendor of autumn leaves. Hidden in my heart, it is unforgettable, it supports such gorgeous suffering and pain, and it is the vicissitudes of life and experience.

Don’t ask, “How is the old man?” Perhaps this is the most untouchable pain. My hometown has become a hometown that I can’t go back to.

Don’t ask, “How’s the kid?” Maybe that’s why they look down.

Life really has seasons, so appreciate the tender green and splendid colors.

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