Four seasons change, we always send off a season in loneliness, and welcome a new season in hope. After a bleak wind and cold rain, finally ushered in a bright and indifferent autumn. In September, there are full harvests, as well as the sadness of disappointment, unexpected surprises, and the unevenness after sedimentation. I want to perpetuate my memories, occasionally opening up memories and silently facing each other, enjoying myself alone.
In September, the leisurely vacation has come to an end, and busy figures shuttle between school and home. After a period of intense anxiety, I finally slowly moved onto the right track of life. Thankfully, Teachers’Day, a festival for educators, is like a breeze that caresses your tiredness. Teachers’Day is a warm day in such a sweaty school season. Walking in the time machine, I always thought that my career was not as great as the praise in poetry, and every day I was doing some ordinary, trivial, and repetitive meticulous work. Only on this day of this season, I seem to be flying in the clouds with the hand of the autumn wind, enjoying the praise of my soul and spiritual comfort to the fullest.
After flying in the clouds and falling back on the horizon, I was delighted to meet you during the Mid Autumn Festival in September. The Mid Autumn Festival is a happy and full moon day. In this small and long holiday, we can get together with our families, taste the sweetness of moon cakes, listen to the stories of the old generation, recall the past Mid Autumn Festival with our brothers and sisters, and celebrate the present Mid Autumn Festival with our children. This is a special gift for people this September. The bright moon, cool wind, fiery red crabapple, and clusters of grapes have all become people’s beautiful aspirations. The full moon of the Mid Autumn Festival, the family love of the Mid Autumn Festival, the nostalgia of the Mid Autumn Festival, and the reunion of the Mid Autumn Festival have lifted people’s faint nostalgia and deep longing. People raise their glasses to the moon, drink and sing, wishing the beauty of ‘I hope people will last for a long time and share the beauty of the moon for thousands of miles’.
In September, the dancing of a leaf makes people see another autumn, which inevitably brings a hint of sadness to the heart. However, those fiery maple leaves, are they not the pieces of poetry that autumn has given us? In September, I am delighted to meet poetry. The gentle sunshine is written into my longing, the lingering autumn rain is written into my melancholy, the desolate autumn wind is written into my longing, the yellow flowers everywhere are written into my joy, the gentle white clouds are written into my gentleness, the babbling streams are written into my waiting… In the hazy, bustling, lonely moments, a line of poetry falls from my brows. In the poetic and picturesque atmosphere, my fantasies fly with the lines of poetry… If I were to ride away in the September breeze, I would surely fly to your side, feeling the warmth of the sunset with you, appreciating the beauty of wild chrysanthemums, singing about the ripples of the lake, smelling the fragrance of wheat fields, and tasting the sweetness of fruits all over the mountains… What kind of beauty should it be? Accompanied by a close friend in September, watching the mountains and water is like water. This life is already complete.
In this season, I am still accompanied by pain. But the pain did not stop my progress at all. In pain, I completed my job day after day. In the midst of pain, I try my best to do well in my family and fulfill my obligations as a wife and mother. In pain, I still smile like a flower, blooming into a brilliant autumn. In the midst of pain, my passion for writing remains undiminished. Perhaps letting my soul fly can alleviate the pain even more! Autumn is as cool as water, awakened by pain in the middle of the night, tossing and turning, no longer drowsy, no longer sleepless. So, lighting up the light and writing down the little memories that were gifted to me in September.