Chapter 44 Autumn: Dreams on Fallen Leaves

Ginkgo biloba in Yuyuantan floats the sun into thousands of golden flowers.Walking into Yuyuantan in autumn, the mood will be brightened: not only the golden color of the ginkgo trees, not only the high sky and clear clouds deep in the blue waves of Yuyuantan, but also the red color of a sumac tree in the ginkgo forest. Xia is not just a white bird perched on the tip of a willow on the bank—a wisp of wind blowing gently here must also be a wisp of fragrance in autumn. It’s autumn, and I’m lying on a bench in the green grass of Yuyuantan, thinking about my life preparations after the arrival of a season—it’s cold, and my new sweater is still on the long postal journey from the south to the north, right?How will I meet this ensuing winter?Autumn is here, and winter is not far away. What can warm my dreams in those snowy days?The autumn sun in Beijing is still warm, but the pool of autumn water at the edge of the forest is overflowing with clear coolness, the grasshoppers are no longer singing on the grass, and the autumn cicadas in the forest don’t know where they are. Are things ripe?Have shed the impetuosity of summer and realized that silence is golden?

In this way, a wandering literati lies on a bench in the green grass of Yuyuantan, conceiving a long dream that is as beautiful as this autumn color; it is a hazy tuft in the golden color, or a long scroll of stretched clouds like a long white silk in the sky, Or the green willows swaying by the water——at such a time and such a place, if you have a long dream of a wandering literati, there will still be a ray of the fragrance of the golden sun. Ginkgo leaves bid farewell to the branches one by one, fluttering and swaying quietly, holding a leaf of sunshine dreamily falling, gradually decorating the green grass with a piece of gold.Such ginkgo leaves, as brilliant as fan-shaped gold pendants, also accidentally fell on the bench and my autumn shirt, exuding the fragrance of gold.This is a poetic falling leaf, but I like the shape of a golden pendant. It is so poetic that it arouses my longing for earthly life. There are so many fan-shaped golden pendants, which fill the whole autumn. It's as warm as the warmth of a gold casting furnace. It can be exchanged for a lot of wealth, right?So many gold pendants fill my empty imagination space, my dreams are piled up by so many gold pendants, I own a world of gold.

A group of wild geese going south threw their mournful cries at me. They formed a huge herringbone in the sky, and they seemed to be calling me to return south.Oh, I suddenly woke up from the dream, I am actually a literati wandering from the southern country to Kyoto, I have nothing, I only have so many gold pendants of ginkgo leaves, I have a golden dream, besides A sun, a piece of blue sky, a white cloud, and all other small things are gone.I lay on the bench in Yuyuantan, my heart was as clear as autumn water.Oh, I still have this pool of autumn water, no one is competing with me, and I still have a pair of leather shoes with a crocodile-like mouth.So, oh returning geese, what did you find on your northern journey?Wild goose that comes back in spring and autumn, why do you cry so sadly to me?Did you, like me, end your trip to the North empty-handed?At this time, I am so envious of the wild geese flying south, the wild geese have a pair of wings to fly freely, and there is a group that will not be scattered, and I——and me?I am just a wild goose left behind in this era. I lie alone on the bench in Yuyuantan, dreaming of a pile of brilliant gold pendants, but in the end even such a dream was cut by the sound of geese, and I did not. Wings, I can’t fly, I don’t have a flock of geese, so I wander alone, the geese returning to the south, please take me back to the south with you, or take a piece of my mood, and cross the northern plains, the hills and rivers in the south together , let me take a spiritual tour, or, I take the gold pendant of ginkgo leaves to exchange for a plane ticket?

I sat up from the bench in Yuyuantan, brushed off the golden ginkgo leaves on my body, and the sun gradually slid towards the west.Above the autumn water, white birds swim leisurely like a dream, and the golden leaves in the forest fall silently. Another autumn is coming. At the beginning of this autumn, I had such a dream. I had a golden pendant of another world. When I woke up, I I stretched out my hands, but my hands were still empty. I even lost a memorized homeless song from my memory. I had to bend down to pick up a fan-shaped ginkgo leaf, hold it in my hand, turn around and walk slowly towards the subway station. As I walked, I covered the ginkgo leaves warmly. When I got home, it might really turn into a heavy fan-shaped gold pendant.I hope that autumn will always give people the last hope, a warm dream.