Time flies so fast, and in a blink of an eye, the National Day holiday is over.
Time passed very slowly, and it was already mid-to-late October. The poplar trees in late autumn had begun to slowly turn yellow. She had already put on the pink sweater that Grandma Li had knitted for her, and she still hadn’t waited for her sister’s reply. .
After a sudden 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 cover the ground after the rain, collect them with a smile. After the raindrops fall, you frown and lower your head.
Su Qianqian couldn't help but speculate: Could it be that she wrote the wrong address? Or did the 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 remembers what Grandma Wang said in front of the bookstall: The seventh is the slowest in the country, and in Jingyun City, the third is the slowest.
So, what now?
A gust of wind blew by, it was slightly cool and ridged!
Su Qianqian couldn't help but shudder. When she first went out, she was a little stubborn. She walked out alone without an umbrella or a thick coat.
Suddenly I wanted to take a look at the intersection near the village. Could it be that the brother who delivered the letter didn’t know the address of grandpa’s house?
Take two steps forward along the right side of the road. The wind blew, carrying a few drops of rainwater left on the leaves, sliding down and throwing them on her face.
Su Qianqian shivered, hugged her shoulders, and looked at the intersection ahead. It was a bit cold!
The 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 there is no fresh green left. After a night rain, the wind blew, shattering the coldness of a withered tree, and cutting into pieces the illusion of warmth in yesterday's memory, leaving me too lonely to write a decent story.
Walking alone on this cold road, listening to the sound of my own footsteps, suddenly a cold feeling overflowed my heart: Sister, won't you forget her?
No, no, no, Su Qianqian immediately rejected the idea, her sister wouldn't do it.
Sister, she is my sister’s 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 and searching, deserted, miserable... The hardest to breathe, yellow flowers piled up all over the ground... The sycamore tree is also drizzle, to 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 felt so cold, lonely and desolate when it rained?
He sighed softly, looked ahead, and walked over.
After passing by, I couldn't help but turn back and pick up the fallen leaf.
Pick up the fallen leaf and hold it in the palm of your hand, like holding a warm memory.
That is a green leaf!
After the yellowing 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 suddenly spreading to her throughout the late autumn.
What is in her heart is the memory of a green leaf. Its greenness can find the deep and deep memory in her heart.
In such a memory, there is an extremely gentle girl, holding a poetic umbrella, swaying patches of green, walking gently in the rainy alley that she remembers for a long time. In the early morning or at dusk, the sound of splashing water's footsteps has always been her most beautiful music.
So beautiful, and the fallen leaf bookmark placed in her thick book.
Books are her favorite; leaves are the favorite of that girl, Ouyang Fuqian, her sister.
Holding that green leaf, it feels 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 rain.
The heart is like a silk net with thousands of knots in it.
Looking at the fallen leaf with distinct veins in her hand, Su Qianqian sighed slightly in her heart!
In order to satisfy my own 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 just 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, towards the market town: a line of clouds, so thick that it was hard to see away.
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 the eyes, spinning flutteringly and falling to the feet.
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 against the window and reading? Or will he watch the rain from the window like her, or go to the garden where they once enjoyed flowers together and watch the raindrops fall? Or, when you are tired of reading and chatting, or when you are tired of talking about flowers, occasionally, you will think of her in your heart?
Many people think that they look similar to their sister. Sometimes, she feels that she may be her sister's shadow, and they all follow her like a shadow.
Was it that I was wrong from the beginning?
Looking at the smoke-filled 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.
Those once fragrant songs and melodious chords floated in the green air, blooming in the deep green of the mountains and fields deep in memory, extending their calls a thousand times to find their once eager and still loud voices.
I wish I could go back to the original green with the person in my 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 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, the fallen leaves were still falling with the wind, and the whole village became a symbol of memory. Looking up, a drop of rain fell, dripping 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 that had just turned yellow in my hand.
Are you like these fallen leaves in the rain?
Su Qianqian thought like that, letting the cool breeze blow by, and letting the cool and angular 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...
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