秋的脚步

It's getting colder at the beginning, and autumn footsteps pass through the old streets in the morning dew, tripping over a rustling leaf.

A distant whistle broke the quiet town, which was the prelude to urban activities. In the early autumn, the old streets were only slightly cool. People on the morning shift were still wearing single clothes, but I found that the leaves of the sycamore trees on the street were gradually turning yellow and falling. The morning breeze took away a yellow leaf and followed the first bus from the city to the suburbs. The car has gone far away, but I can't look back for a long time. Why feel pity for a leaf? I can't explain the reason, but I feel a little desolate in my heart.

Years may not understand the passage of time. They always pass by your eyes without expression, not showing age or childishness. They let you sigh and sigh. Standing under the sycamore tree, I heard the footsteps of autumn, right behind me; I turned around, and the wind slowly blew down a fallen leaf. It takes about thirty minutes to walk along this street to the city. In summer, it only takes a few minutes by car, and I only have a fleeting impression of this street. In autumn, I like to walk this street. I like to step on the fallen leaves on the ground and the dots of autumn light projected from the sparse leaf holes. This feeling is like stepping on the spots of memories, chasing the past time, and the yellowing memories are mixed with melancholy. Although I walked through this street for only a few dozen minutes, my memories felt like I had gone through a long time; my heart may still be lingering in that time.

Ten years ago, Heyetang was just an unknown town on the outskirts of Yiwu. There were no industrial development zones or spacious market streets. There were only a few outsiders like me. There are still vast stretches of woodland and hills between the cities. There are many old landscape trees planted in the early years along the roads in the towns. There are even no homes on some sections of the road. There are not many vehicles on the road. It takes ten minutes to wait for a bus. Many minutes. At that time, I felt that the street entering the city was so beautiful. The scenery on the road was quiet and warm, making people want to get close to it unconsciously. I remember that I often rode a tricycle to carry my lover to the city. Two young people who forgot about worldliness used their simple love to feel the happiest and most romantic thing in the world. Many years later, I mentioned riding a tricycle again to take my lover to play. My lover pouted and rolled his eyes: "I won't ride on your shabby tricycle anymore. It's so embarrassing." Well, come to think of it, the only people riding tricycles nowadays are sanitation workers. . Time sets off the rotation of seasons, and people transform the changes of the times. However, not everyone can keep up with the pace of the times.

Summer is passing and autumn is coming. Compared with the seasonal changes in time, autumn is not obvious in reality. Green trees are still dotted in the streets and buildings, and the red leaves of the Western Mountains have not yet arrived. Looking at the autumn from the window, a big bird suddenly flew past the window, like a gray heron, but I couldn't be sure. The big bird flashed past, like an episode in life that has no cause or effect. The mountain behind the window was originally a wasteland, and its colors changed in different seasons. There were often flocks of birds resting and migrating here. In the past two years, commercial housing complexes were developed in Houshan. Almost overnight, several hills were bulldozed. The beautiful garden-style community has not yet been built, and there is an endless stream of people looking at the properties. All kinds of high-end cars are parked at the entrance of the community. It is obvious that China's property market is extremely popular. However, now that the community has been completed and moved in, the community has become quiet. People who bought the houses have no intention of living in it, and even the unexpected big birds have flown back to look for their old nests.

Seasons change over time. I wonder if there will be autumn in the property market? I am a foreigner and I don’t know how to buy a house. I just follow the footsteps of autumn and walk in a foreign land. Spring and Autumn in the seasons is still an experience in my life, but Spring and Autumn in the property market is just a scenery I see.

Autumn, day by day, goes deeper into the mountains and rivers, and touches into our lives step by step. It is said that this summer is the hottest in Yiwu in the past thirty years. However, when autumn comes, summer is still gone. The passage of time is really sad. No matter which seasons change from spring to summer, autumn to winter, they will eventually change. People will become sentimental in the presence of autumn, a fallen leaf can make the mood depressed, a wild goose call can make people feel homesick, and an old photo can silence the entire past. Many of the students in the class group photo have become big shots. They always maintain their aura and travel through the history of the Spring and Autumn Period. But I am different. I am an ordinary person. What I see are ordinary autumn colors, I walk ordinary steps, and I live an ordinary life. life.

In the past, the one with the best grades in the class later became a professor; but the one who set up a stall selling pens in the school became worth hundreds of millions. The most beautiful beauty in the class became an ordinary housewife, enjoying the tossing of daily necessities of food, rice, oil and salt; while the tomboy who we thought was tall and tall took part in the beauty pageant and actually got a ranking. Haha, it’s true that people cannot be judged by their appearance, and life is unpredictable! Sometimes, I feel really confused about life and the future, and feel powerless. The people who talked about the ideal at the beginning no longer remember what the ideal looks like. The people who were lazy and didn't want to leave have come to the front. They don't know why the world is so unpredictable. It confirms a different law in nature. The first to bloom may not be the first. The first to bear fruit and the last to spit out leaves may not be the last to wither. For many people, the future is just a process, just like the cycle of seasons in the years, just a journey through birth, old age, illness and death. Life is a very profound proposition that I can't solve and don't want to think about it too much. I just follow Qiu's footsteps and walk quietly on the path of time.

Qiu walked in front and I walked behind. Qiu led me outside the wall of a primary school. The text "Autumn is Coming" is being read aloud in the campus classroom, "Autumn is coming, the weather is cold. Pieces of yellow leaves fall from the trees..." - The sound of children's voices, passages of time, but time is so touching . In a trance, we are back to those wonderful childhood years. The sound of reading is our intoxication with the past era. We have all been at that innocent age, where we would clip autumn leaves into the pages of books, compare fallen leaves to beautiful butterflies, and simply do not understand what seasonal sentimentality is. The school bell rang, and the playground was full of children's laughter. They sang, danced, played games, and enjoyed the joy of autumn. I thought that I would never be able to be as carefree as they were. I would have to worry about my future and my life. The school bell rang, the children went to class again, and the playground was calm again. A gust of wind blew from the campus, and a leaf climbed over the wall and fell into my hand. In fact, Luo Ye doesn’t need to tell me, I understand, I’m not this age anymore.

There are many cloudy days in autumn, and the drizzle is falling freely in the alleys, making the sentimental people wet their feelings. It’s not even August yet, and the osmanthus flowers on the alley walls are blooming. The osmanthus flowers are golden, and the scent of osmanthus fills the entire alley. I don't know if I should write it as beautiful or sentimental. Everyone has different experiences and views, so let’s just rely on everyone’s perception!

When the osmanthus fragrant, the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching. Parents who are thousands of miles away must be more concerned about their children than their children. Everyone who has been a parent knows that when their children are born, it is the beginning of a lifetime of care. Now that I am a father, I can understand why they nag all day long when I am around them, because when the children leave, there is no one to talk to. I think I should send a box of mooncakes back early. When the moon is full, even if I am not with them, I can still have a thought to drive away a little of the desolation in my heart.

The years are far away, my hometown is far away, and my relatives are even further away; but autumn is very close, deeply penetrating into the years of wandering and integrating into the chaotic life. When I followed Qiu's footsteps and walked back to the door of the renter's house, it happened to be dusk.