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There are several sumac trees at the gate of the community, with straight branches and crowns as big as a cover. Every late autumn, the oval leaves pass by several times After frost, it begins to change color, from green to yellow, and then from yellow to red. From a distance, it looks like clusters of “safflowers”, which are very beautiful.
So it attracted a lot of people to stop, and every time I pass by, I will pick up a few red leaves I like and take them home. It seems that I can keep the autumn time quietly in the book, but I also know that “Ran Ran’s autumn light can’t be kept, and the red leaves are full of ranks.” Maybe this is pure liking, and I always feel that under the “safflower” of Kazuki, it is more real in the world.
This afternoon, I went to the door to do nucleic acid, and the line in front of me was two men holding hands, one tall and one short. Immediately, I was a little curious. Most of the people in the team were mothers holding their children, but it was rare for two men to stay hand in hand. After a closer look, it turned out that it was the master of the blind massage at the door. He was not wearing work clothes, so he didn’t recognize him for a while.
Their craftsmanship is still very good. Some time ago, I had a bad lumbar spine. I had a massage there for a while. And go. At this time, I heard the short master say to the tall one, “After checking for a while, go and see the red leaves. I heard that they are very beautiful now.” The tall man nodded, obviously agreeing.
But what do they think? I am very puzzled but I can’t ask directly.
The short master seemed to be talking to himself: “Although you can’t see it, you can listen to the sound of the wind blowing the leaves with your ears, and feel the warmth of the sun penetrating through the red leaves with your heart. Alright.” It turns out that, even in the dark, you will still have the sunshine.
Sure enough, after the two of them checked, they groped towards the direction of Cotinus chinensis.
I don’t know if the red leaves are perceived, here In the afternoon of the first day, some people deliberately came to feel their existence with their hearts.
A pair of gray-haired old men are most commonly seen under the tree. Every day, the old man would push his wife to walk under the tree. In the wheelchair, sometimes he would take a nap under the sunlight, and occasionally the old man would get up and cover his wife with a thin blanket that was about to slip off. There is not much to say when the two are together, and I don’t know their stories, but from a distance, the frozen red leaves and white hair seem to represent all kinds of tenderness in this world.
Some people say that “thousands of glory are not as trivial as the day and night.” Perhaps true love is hidden in countless seemingly ordinary streams of water.
“Hold your son’s hand, and grow old together with your son”, “I wish to win the heart of one person, and the head will never be apart”, probably this kind of love is envied by everyone.
There is also a child who waits for his mother to come back under the tree regularly every day, but his mother heard that she had passed away when she gave birth to him, but everyone kept it from him and couldn’t bear to tell he truth. Sometimes, the separation in the world is always so cruel, and there is always that helpless thing in the world. It is for you to accept, not for you to refuse, just like what is written in “Half Acre of Flower Field”: Regret is common, loneliness is common, born to taste bitterness, born to see all impermanence and change. But a glimmer of hope is better than despair! Hope he grows up safely.
Under the sumac tree, people come and go. An alias “Smoke Tree” is very similar to the fireworks of this ordinary family, every bit of it is so lively and friendly.
With the coming of winter, the sumac tree has finally lost its last red leaf, and the shadows under the tree are gradually becoming scarce. Wait for me to pick off another red leaf and keep it quietly.
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