Classic Prose: Maple Leaf Red (2)

Chapter 6: When the maple leaves turn red again, I will come back to see you

The autumn wind is ruthless, blowing the fallen leaves all over the ground,

The flowing water is ruthless, like flowing from the east Ripples,

Please stop crying, that sad song,

When the maple leaves are red again, I will come back to see you.

————-"Black Bat Squadron"

The familiar song of "Black Bat Squadron" echoed in my ears. The low, soulful melody calmly tells a poignant love story. I seem to see a man who has gone through vicissitudes of life standing under the maple leaf forest and silently reciting: "I accept the falling maple leaves with the indifference of my heart." I came quietly, just as I went quietly, I waved Maple leaves don’t take away a piece of maple leaf love.

I remember that people who admired the maple leaves gathered in groups and cheered. I looked at the fallen leaves in confusion, without any deeper understanding or interpretation. I just felt that what appeared in my eyes was a beautiful landscape, a vivid landscape painting, and a vivid dream space.

Year after year, I discovered that Maple Leaf was crying about romantic stories, performing plots of joys and sorrows. It can only be said that time is still the same, but I am getting older. Looking at the maple leaves falling in the wind, I fell into a long-lost contemplation. I held my breath attentively. The air was a little airtight.

I have forgotten how long it has been, but the delicate red maple leaves have become disfigured. I stared at the dusky sky in confusion for a long time, imagining your autumn, and I began to panic, wondering if your red maple leaves were also disfigured. I remember you once told me that although summer is wonderful, autumn is even more romantic. Maybe you don’t know yet, but the red maple leaves in autumn are my favorite. I like its fiery tenderness mixed with your true love, tenderness and innocence. I wish I could become a delicate red maple leaf, lifted up by the rustling autumn wind, floating to you in the distance, and stop in front of your window, letting you recall our fragrant years and our red maple leaf.

Maple red is the color of the season, but it freezes the years. The red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and I miss travelers who have traveled thousands of miles. In the blurry season of autumn, the maple leaves are red and red is dancing on the autumn mountains. Leaning silently on the maple tree in the deserted street, perhaps this is the only support for my heart. Several times of maple red, several times of spring and autumn, several times of separation, your grace is still brilliant although indifferent; several times of maple red, several times of nostalgia, several times of dreaming back, intoxicated by your cold and colorful arms. The infatuated words of joy and the waving goodbyes all disappeared in the bleak late autumn season. The youth is gone, but the faint fragrance remains. The bleak Mid-Autumn flowers and leaves still bloom with distant dreams.

Unknowingly, the maple leaves in the annual rings have penetrated my soul and pecked out my inspiration. Facing Maple, I only have a pale and thin soul, which cannot bear the blood-like feelings of maple leaves in late autumn. Staring deeply in silence, no more words. You can only immerse yourself, daydream, enjoy, and breathe. The heart is as fragrant as maple, the lovesickness of picking maple leaves and carrying them in the lingering autumn wind. The years have passed, do you still remember our original agreement? In late autumn, use your slender fingertips to quietly open the beautiful chapter of life. Red is your eternal color.

Nowadays, we are safe in the world, and a shallow greeting is like the waving of autumn leaves when they fall, simple, pure, full of affection and drunkenness. Destiny comes and goes, but it is empty in the end; Destiny is deep and shallow, and it has gone with the wind. Invisibly, maple leaves have become the destination of my soul. In the summer, I fantasize about autumn, wanting to find the lost red maple forest and the artistic conception of love.

When the maple leaves turn red again, I will come back to see you.

Chapter 7: Red maple leaves blown off by the wind

Red maple is also known as purple-red maple. It is mainly distributed in the Yangtze River Basin and likes a humid and warm climate. Red maple is a very beautiful foliage tree species with beautiful leaf shape, bright and lasting red color, neat branches, distinct layers, well-proportioned and beautiful appearance. Those who have experienced pain and dreams love it most, because in the red maple leaf forest they can find the colors that belong to their own moods.

The maple leaves turned from intoxicating green to charming red in an instant, so gorgeous. But no matter how gorgeous it is, I still unconsciously think of the red maples falling in autumn.

The red maples fall in autumn. Are red maples sad when they are blown away by the wind? No way. I'm thinking that it may have been tired of those gray-brown branches. It wants to wander alone as early as possible and get rid of the ugly gray-brown foil as soon as possible.

As a result, the red maple leaves left the branches, and those that were blown off by the wind drifted to the sea with the wind. They were left to survive in the fierce sea.

In the sea, red maple likes to use its bit of red to set off a touch of blue in the sea. But the red maple knows that it will not stay in the embrace of the sea for a long time. It knows that it will drift far, far, far away, or even rot and disappear far away. The mood is only temporary joy mixed with helpless sorrow.

Or the red maple doesn’t want to fall in autumn at all. After all, it can show off its soft color against the taupe color, which can win people's love and appreciation. There, it is happy, while in the sea there is only decadent sinking.

Some of the red maple leaves blown off by the wind are just sad. sad.

Chapter 8: Tears of Red Maple Leaves

I still remember the path I walked home, which was covered with slates that stung my feet. The only protruding roadside was A tree was planted in the soil. Because the impression was not too deep, I only knew that there was a tree planted there until I left. It was already the summer of 2008 when I came back. After being away from here for almost ten years, I felt that the environment had not changed much. Only the path was no longer thorny and there was a big tree to protect my feet from the wind and rain. When I was a child, I went to the south with my parents when I was seven years old. My hometown is somewhere in Sichuan. I returned to that city for some special reasons. Now I was walking on the cement road covered with cobblestones, and a gust of hot wind blew in my face along with the fallen leaves, leaving me with a feeling of emotion. Time is really a human tool. It first burns a person's youth and youth, and then his whole life; just like a fallen leaf, it will never come back after it withers. It floats down from above, with summer colors. The leaves are triangular in shape, and there are many densely packed teeth on the edges. I like this kind of emerald green and lightness that penetrates the sun very much...

Although after returning home, There was a feeling of intimacy, but I soon discovered that this intimacy was cut off by strangers. Strange people and things were completely out of tune with me. After the summer vacation, my father said he would find a middle school in the county and asked me to get into a good high school, and then take into account my own strengths to get into college. In fact, I didn't care about all this at that time, and I didn't have any ideas. prepared. The school was very difficult to get into, so I had to rely on acquaintances to get in through the back door. After that, it was the first three years.

I didn’t have many thoughts on the first day of school. On the way home, I heard someone calling me. I looked back secretly and it seemed to be a boy. It wasn’t until later that I realized he was a classmate. I didn’t pay much attention at the time and walked faster. There are children playing in the yard, and I don’t feel tired at all. I don’t really like such childish and simple games. I like to sit quietly by myself. In a few days, my mother is going to the south. Her departure means that I will have to live under someone else's roof for half a year or a year. The sourness in my heart is rather more helpless. In fact, I also know that there is nothing I can do about it, so I just need to get used to it slowly. The teaching materials at home are different from those in the south. Every day’s homework is handed out with a big red cross. At the beginning, I could speak English easily, A. B. C... I could read it backwards, but later because of laziness and impatience, the more I learned, the more I thought English was abnormal, so I gave up.

I don’t like the feeling of being under someone else’s roof, as if freedom is tied up in that small eaves, without feelings, no sky, and no trees. I remember that I made a very serious mistake once, and I even ran away from home. It was natural for me to be looked down upon by others when I lived in other people's homes. As the saying goes, people have to bow their heads under the roof. Of course, I also understand, but that I didn't know how to understand and improve myself at that time, and I lacked the tenacity like "Ye", so I caused a lot of conflicts. In the end, my mother came back and came back to see me, an ignorant child. At that time, I thought that as long as I was by my mother's side, it would be fine no matter what.

It was early autumn when my mother came back. When I saw the tree again at home, I suddenly felt so warm. Each leaf brought back my memories. From then on, I discovered that leaves can be so beautiful. . The leaves in early autumn gradually turned yellow. I no longer saw such monotonous green leaves in summer. I asked my mother with emotion

"What kind of tree is this?"

My mother looked up. Looking at the tree, I looked at my mother.

"It's a red maple tree"

"It's a red maple tree." Yes, I have forgotten it for a long time. I asked my mother to go upstairs first, and I wanted to be alone and think about these days. I walked on the path that I had walked on the mud and stone slabs. The red maple trees were surrounded by newly fallen leaves. The plot at this time made me feel... So bald.

I didn't dare to stay too long. The moment I entered the door, I turned around. The setting sun shone on the trees and left reflections, just like the stairs in front of me, which were so dark.

The home seems to have been aged for a long time. The pure white walls seem to be covered with a layer of dim yellow. The crystal-studded incandescent lamps are turned on brightly, but the interior of the house is still a little dim. Maybe nothing at home has changed, it’s just that I am unfamiliar with this place in my heart;; Only now do I realize how lonely and fragile I was at that time.

That day I opened the window, and a gust of cold wind stung my cheeks kept rushing into the house. Echoing the cold wind, a dead leaf was swaying until it scattered on the windowsill. It should be scattered on the red maple tree. Yes, I picked up the dead leaves and gently closed the window, and the chill suddenly disappeared. Maybe it’s the end of autumn and the beginning of winter. The red maple leaves are falling in my hands, looking so dull and weak. From those first few days, I gradually had my own companions, and everything happened from then on.

The weather in the south is very hot. Even in winter, there is still a hint of warmth. The first winter after returning home, I was half frozen to death. Putting my hands in my pockets, I felt like I was being frozen. It hurt like a knife stabbing me, and my heart still shivered from time to time. It’s really hard to describe my results. If I had to use words to describe them, they would be “unsatisfactory.” I remember a math test. After the test paper came out, I didn’t know where to put my pen. No matter where I looked, I still couldn’t figure it out. Needless to say, the quality of the side paper surprised me. If you were asked to count in units of "one, ten, hundred" You can directly count "one", which is extremely mediocre. My mother even laughed when she found out. What she said the most was, "What do you want to achieve without working hard?" I still remember this sentence, but it makes me very chilled, because some things can't be achieved no matter how hard you try. Less than. The past is wiped out in a blink of an eye, and the ringing of the get out of class bell is lingering in the ears again. The feeling of repeating it every day still makes people feel monotonous.

Chapter 9: That year, the maple leaves were red

1

You came into my life in a hurry, in a hurry.

Let all my stories and romances inhabit the campus scenery.

The maple leaves are red and exude an intoxicating fragrance.

You stand quietly on the back of the tree, like vines lingering around the years, letting memories fly on your forehead.

The leaves on campus have fallen.

2

The street lights are on, and you recall how the flying snow covered your city and your home that winter.

Behind the spring scenery, I let my gentle thoughts be replaced by blessings and hung in front of your window.

If you were also far away, you would lose sleep because of me and walk in the snow before dawn.

Three

The sad feelings of Ye Zi wrap around my nostalgic fingers, allowing the water of your and my memory to flow anxiously.

Meet each other in the night of the past.

At that time, when you read the letter under the lamp, your heart must have fallen into my dream.

Four

At noon, the sun kissed the earth passionately.

Familiar songs floated in the distance, and their peaceful and harmonious rhythms touched my heart.

Drowning the noisy crowds and complicated voices in the city.

Five

Sleepless tonight, on the beach of contemplation, every bit of life, like the rhythm of a pendulum, transcends space and time.

This season is very poetic. If the maple leaves were not red at that time, would you also sing in the woods and continue the fate of the past? It is an unpredictable tomorrow, and you will still live as coolly as ever. ?

The days are so far apart that we are so drunk by each other that we are so silent, leaving everything to wait at night, handing over holiness and innocence to you together with dependence. Things and I become one!

Chapter 10: Wait until the maple leaves are all over the mountains. Outside the house, the messy rain keeps falling. The howling wind sweeps across the empty streets. The tired street lights accompany the darkness. The night becomes even colder. , deeper.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sort out my emotions, I hurt myself again and again, I don’t want to mention it, I don’t want to defend myself, it’s just a mistake, I’ve just passed it, I’ve been obsessed with it No regrets, no hesitation in the past, like a moth to a flame, the moment is so gorgeous, ruthless or unfeeling, it doesn’t matter anymore, the sound of waves on the stranded coast is still ethereal, when the heart no longer hurts, forgetfulness may really become A good medicine.

In his sleep, he continued to smile bitterly, but with a little more determination.

I never thought that we would meet by chance more than 10 years later, and the moment our eyes met, I would be full of nostalgia, and I would not stop talking, but I was afraid of disturbing the tranquility, hesitation and reluctance. Continuing to grow in the fading back, the struggle and confusion are blurred in the endless expectation...

Silently counting the sleepless nights, the surging tears turned into silent self-mockery, turning over the sun Depending on my mood, I hide quietly in my own space on the cold streets, and the melancholy music hurts my heart. I hold the words in my arms again and again without looking back.

The rain that fell all over the sky made the whole body cold, washing away some dull dust, and paying homage to the youthful memory, but the answer will never be the answer.

Are you in love? Maybe? Is it round? Forget it? Injured? It’s pinched, but it still hurts, and it’s true that I walked through it!

A bitter smile, an ending without dialogue, escape, the dull air, almost suffocating yourself, wandering on the edge of dreams, fading away, falling apart, falling asleep, understanding...

Time accumulates love, distance tightens and longs for you. When the maple leaves on the mountain are red and the sun sets, the independent evening wind scatters fallen leaves and turns them into mud...

Chapter 10: Maple leaves

After several frosts, the weather gradually became colder. All the clouds in the sky have gone to warm places to spend the winter, and gradually become rarer. Only a few clouds that have become separated from their organization are left in the sky, wandering aimlessly in the sky.

One afternoon, I went hiking in the back mountain with my friends. I hadn’t gone out for a long time, so it was time to go out and relax. The mountains in the city are not high, and all the roads are paved with cement, so walking is not very strenuous. A friend asked me if I wanted to do some challenging activities. I asked what it was, and my friend pointed to a dirt road that branched off from the cement road. It was so narrow that it could only allow one person to pass, and both sides were covered with weeds that reached knee high.

This is the path opened up by some "good guys" who are looking for challenges. It really echoes Mr. Lu Xun's words: There is no road in the world. When more people walk, there will be a road.

I immediately understood what my friend meant. He wanted us to take a path with unknown risks. One is a safe concrete road that goes straight to the top of the mountain; the other is a mountain road that leads to another unknown place. Which way to go? While I was hesitating, my friend had already pulled me towards the mountain road, and I couldn't help but refuse.

Walking along the mountain road, the withered yellow grass on both sides rubs against the calves, making a "swirling" sound. That is the grass species having a meeting. Is our arrival disturbing their peace? Are they discussing strategies to "deal with" us?

When we reached a corner, we found a place to rest on the slope. The place is full of rocks, lying in various directions on the slope, as if they will all roll into the valley with a slight push. There is no pavilion built here, and naturally there is no bench for us to lie down and rest. We randomly found a few larger rocks, put them together, and sat down to rest and recuperate.

Inadvertently, I discovered a red maple tree, which was dotted among the dark green vegetation, like a burning flame, very conspicuous.

I suddenly want to get close to this maple tree and want to see why it has such bright red leaves? Without taking any time to rest, I immediately got up and went to take a look at this unique maple tree.

The place where maple trees grow does not live on fertile soil as imagined, but takes root in rocks. It uses the earth as its foundation and dew as water. It seeks a place to stand in a difficult environment and shows its style in late autumn. Are those tiny stones broken by the maple tree?

After being beaten by frost, its leaves are no longer red. The Creator poured all the red color into the maple leaves, even the red sunset is a bit inferior. There is still lingering frost on the leaves, but this frost does not affect the growth of the maple leaves at all.

The shape of the leaf is like a palm, and the veins on the leaf are more like the palm prints of a palm. There is a long lifeline in the middle, extending from the petiole to the end of the "middle finger". Many maple leaves are hung on the maple trees with lights and colors, which is very festive, beautiful and eye-catching. "Frost leaves are as red as February flowers" is probably what it means.

In the past, I had always wanted to see maple leaves. I searched many mountains in the city, but I could never find the traces of maple leaves. I didn’t know that there were such outstanding maple leaves behind the place where I lived. The iron shoes are nowhere to be found, and it takes no effort to get them."

A huge spider web was knotted among the branches of the tree, but the spider was nowhere to be seen. I thought that maybe the weather was too cold and it couldn't withstand the cold and hid in a warm place to spend the winter. But the maple tree was not afraid of the cold. It was still waiting in place. It was afraid that the spider would not be able to find its way home after spring. , so even if the cold turns the face of the maple tree red, it still stands in place and does not wither, just like a lighthouse on the coast, providing the correct direction for the spider's return.

I gently rubbed the maple leaves with my hands. It was a little rough, but not as thick as the leaves of Siguigui, nor as smooth as African jasmine balls. It felt like stroking fine sand, so unique. different.

The valley is quiet and quiet, far away from the annoying whistles and noises of the city, far away from the city's bustling lights and busy traffic. It is surrounded only by tall pine trees, fir trees, and small animals that live here. I think that only in the more secluded mountains of Niaoming Mountain can such a brilliant maple tree be cultivated. It is not easy for it to grow quietly in the deep mountains and old forests. If my friend hadn't dragged me along such a secluded mountain road, I wouldn't have discovered such a beautiful maple tree.

I picked two maple leaves, returned to the same place and asked my friend, "Do maple leaves look like this?"

My friend looked shocked and said, "But they don't look like this. What do you think?" What does it look like?”

I explained, “All the pictures of maple trees on the Internet are red, as if they were burned by fire. I didn’t expect that it was really like this.”

A friend said, "It will only look like this after frost falls. The heavier the frost, the redder it blooms." This is a bit like plum blossoms. The colder the weather, the heavier the snow, the more brilliant the plum blossoms bloom. . The maple tree is also a symbol of pride.

Maple leaves sprout in spring and turn red in autumn. They have gone through wind and rain, and have grown healthily from youth to old age. Now, they are like a bunch of fireworks blooming in the night sky. After the brilliance, they are waiting for their own. It is the fate of withering.

I took out a bottle of mineral water from my backpack and washed away the remaining frost on the surface of the maple leaves. The maple leaves became clean and tidy. Unlike the leaves on the tree, it seemed to have thoughts. I repeatedly stacked the maple leaves in my hands to compare them, trying to find some differences, but I suddenly found that they seemed to have something on their minds all of a sudden. The two drunk faces became depressed, and they were thinking. What are you wearing? What's on your mind? I can't decipher it.

There was a pine tree where we were resting. Several clusters of pine needles fell from the tree and silently piled on top of the original pine needles on the ground.

This time, I understood its thoughts. The maple leaf has its own mission. After it withers, it also wants to turn into spring mud to protect the flowers. It grows in such a hidden place, just not wanting to be seen by passers-by. Pick it at will, and the fallen leaves will return to their roots for their final destination. Just like the long and thin pine needles, they spread a thick layer on the ground and turn into nutrients needed for the growth of pine trees. This is their mission.

I blame myself a bit for picking two maple leaves privately and disturbing the tranquility of the maple leaves. I looked ashamed. I hurriedly put the two maple leaves into my backpack, quickly grabbed my friend who was sitting on the ground, and pulled him to escape from this place. But the maple leaves burning like fire cannot be erased from my mind.

What should I do with evidence of my crime? My friend said that it would be most suitable to put it in a book as a bookmark and keep it as a souvenir. Well, put it in a notebook and let it always remind me not to pick leaves and petals of plants at will. It also has thoughts.