If you meet, cherish it!

In early autumn, on my way to work, I happened to see a fallen ginkgo garden. I picked it up and remembered that when I was a child, I often picked up fallen leaves as bookmarks and put them in the back shell of my mobile phone.

A few days later, the fan-shaped leaves in the mobile phone shell were dehydrated, and the color was thicker than when they were first seen in autumn, and the spots on them turned dark brown. I don't think it is precious, but I like it very much. Seeing this leaf bookmark reminds me of my carefree childhood, so I put this crisp leaf under my mobile phone.

Yesterday, my sister joked in class: "Give me the leaves in your mobile phone case. Very nice! " "I didn't expect my sister in class to like leaf bookmarks. Suddenly I felt that I met a bosom friend, but I was very stingy and didn't want to give her the leaves. I just promised to pick beautiful autumn leaves for her tomorrow morning and give them to her as bookmarks.

The next day, I was still looking for fallen leaves under the ginkgo tree. In late autumn, leaves are blown to the ground by the wind. I picked up one and put it down, then picked up another and put it down. Suddenly I found that all the leaves I met were out of sight.

Go straight ahead, I've been looking for it, and I still feel sorry for them after picking up five or six pieces. It's all autumn leaves, but today I miss the first time I saw fallen leaves.

Looking at autumn scenery with trees and fallen leaves, I suddenly feel that all the encounters in this world are coincidences. Maybe I have an indissoluble bond with the fallen leaves in early autumn, otherwise, how could I pick them up among the fallen leaves, or how could I be so stingy that I wouldn't even give up a dead leaf?

"I looked back 500 times in my last life and passed by once in my life." The acquaintance, meeting and knowing each other in the world can't escape the word "fate". I like it because I met it, and I cherish it because I like it.

There is a saying in "The Thief of the Years" that "time is something that people can't guard against, stealing the moss, but keeping a you". Regardless of family, friendship and love, the best feeling in the world is "because I met you, I will be you all my life!" " But the impermanence of reality will always make parting staged, and there will always be some encounters stolen by time, leaving dry memories.

The vast sea of people, endless world of mortals, we will meet many people in this life, some people come, some people leave, there will always be unforgettable loss.

Or there is an autumn leaf in everyone's heart that has dried up like water. Even if it withers and turns yellow, it is still brittle and dare not touch it. Can only be carefully hidden in books, hidden in memories, and occasionally taken out to taste memories when a person is silent.

So Nalan Xingde sighed with emotion: "If life is like the first sight, what is the sad fan of autumn wind?" How many times have passed quietly by the years for the first time. When I saw it for the first time, it was very painful. No need to paint, no need to render, no need for reasons, just like it. Since you like it, collect it! After all, no one knows when the parting will be staged.