herald autumn. In the ancient city of the plateau, a chill wind blows, and autumn arrives quietly without anyone noticing. A touch of red hangs across the verdant peaks, like dark-colored wild geese flitting through the forest.
The autumn wind blows forcefully, stirring the golden leaves, each leaf displaying a graceful dance, like dreamlike butterflies. The wind carries the leaves to the ground, blowing them to your feet. The once green, tormented by frost, suddenly bursts into vibrant color, turning golden or crimson.
Looking up at the sky through the gaps in the branches, a small patch of gray-blue sky and a dim, incomplete moon, accompanied by a few drops of cold autumn rain, add a touch of mystery to the entire scene, making one feel that there is something deeper within this landscape than what is before one's eyes.
Fallen leaves are serene and peaceful, light and free, magnificent and lonely, filled with regret and sorrow. They are also the loneliest of all things in the universe. I look at the leaves, and the leaves look at me. Their gaze is somewhat melancholic, and I feel as if I am silently enveloped by them with every gesture. My heart is instantly filled with the tender emotions of autumn.
In fact, the best time to watch fallen leaves is at dusk. At this time, the autumn wind blows, very cool. Each falling leaf, in the autumn wind, expresses indignation, desolation, lightness, joy, lamentation, or sighs. They narrate the joys and sorrows, the vicissitudes of human life over the years.
How many sad stories in history have danced with the falling leaves of autumn? How many beautiful songs about autumn leaves are recorded in classical poetry? When Cai Wenji was abducted to the Hu lands and forced to be a wife, it was probably also autumn. The autumn wind howls, the grass and trees wither, and far away, she, in her sorrow, penned "Eighteen Songs of a Nomad Flute." Who can understand her tragic plight?
Autumn often evokes a complex mix of emotions, stirring the heart. Scenery and heart gently collide, sparking countless flames. The frost of time may turn our hair white, but the fallen leaves of late autumn cannot bury the garden of memories. Autumn is not synonymous with decadence and despair; sometimes, it can inspire rebirth in our souls.
By the roadside, the once towering trees have all fallen, leaving only gnarled trunks, their markings resembling the scars of time etched on an old man's face. The
autumn wind blows away countless lives! In the distance, an old man sighs, leaning on his cane, carefully walking across the fallen leaves. He walks cautiously, each step trembling, each step creaking, reaching the depths of my soul—it is the sound of fragile life breaking! Whether it's an old person or a fallen leaf, deep within their hearts lies a profound sorrow. Their hearts are tightly clenched, ultimately chilled by the autumn wind and dampened by the autumn rain. This scene suddenly gave me a new understanding of life.
Secondly, adversity reveals true character.
From the fallen leaves, I suddenly thought of the warmth and coldness of human relationships, the vicissitudes of life, and the bittersweet experiences of existence.
I used to think of everything as so beautiful, offering everyone a warm and pure heart. But as I've grown older, especially after experiencing many things, I've gradually come to understand what it means to see true character in adversity.
Imagine, when there's no news, who worries about you constantly, and who is indifferent? When trouble arises, who lends a helping hand, and who pretends it's none of their business?
When you're at your lowest point, who helps you rise again, and who looks down on you? When you're sad and distressed, who is anxious for you, and who ignores you? Who is genuine and who is not, depends on the heart; who is capable and who is not, true friendship is revealed in times of hardship.
When you're rich or powerful, even if you hide deep in the mountains, you'll still be surrounded by crowds; when you're penniless, even if you live at a crossroads, people will rather take a longer route than pass by your door. When trouble comes, the people you expect to rely on may not be there; when you need help, those you didn't think of might be the ones who lend a hand. With more experience, you'll understand that the best people for you are always those who lend a helping hand in crucial moments.
A person who only knows how to bleed but sheds tears for you is a true friend; a person who only knows how to cry but bleeds for you is a devoted lover. In this world, those who stay with you until the end are the fewest, and also the best. Only when you're down on your luck can you see who throws cold water on you and who offers genuine support. Once you understand these truths in life, you should know how to be grateful, cherish those you have connections with, and treat kindly those relatives who have selflessly helped you.
So much heartfelt devotion, ending in silence—it's because genuine kindness wasn't received, leading to the withdrawal of all love. So much forgiveness, ending in a heart of stone—it's because tears welled up and the heart was broken, causing deep affection to shift. If someone cares about you, they'll remember your coldness, feel your sorrow, and understand your vulnerability.
If someone doesn't care about you, they won't heed your tears, care about your sadness, or tolerate your long wait. Those who care will warm your heart; those who ignore you will bring tears to your eyes.
Those who cherish you prioritize you, cherish you, shield you from the storm, and are devoted to you; they'll be moved by you and value you like their own life. How can you not be moved? What's the use of love, hate, arguing, blaming, thinking, or feeling pain from someone who doesn't cherish you? What's the point of your cherishing them?
From now on, learn to let go. Those who want to leave, I won't try to stop them, I won't pester or disturb them; what I force to stay won't last. What I already possess, I won't let go of; I will cherish it, care about it, and keep it forever in my heart. From now on, those who are loyal and righteous, I will protect them with my heart; those who are heartless and ungrateful, I will turn and leave; those who will never abandon me, I
will hold in my heart; those who go their separate ways, I ask for nothing more! Fallen leaves reveal autumn, and adversity reveals true character. True friends are those who remain after countless trials; true feelings are those that have withstood the test of time. The one who stays by your side the longest is the one who loves you the most; the one you hold in your hand the longest is the one who cares for you the most!
About the author:
Yang Yongchun, from Huangyuan County, Qinghai Province, enjoys expressing the various emotions of life through writing. He is a contributing writer for *Modern Writers*, *Qilian Literature*, and *Writers' Frontline*, a member of *Kunlun Literature*, a novel editor for *Dangar Literature Garden*, and a writer and editor for Urban Headlines.
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