The autumn season was getting cold.
In the morning, i was standing by the window, there’s a mystifying sense of startling coldness and emptiness. The sun was pale, so pale it almost felt like it wasnt there. Looking at the strange yet familiar path, the tree-lined quietness, a trace of desolation swept past the heart.
Over time, there were more pedestrians in the street, most of them with their heads down, not saying a word, as if they’re in a race against time. The wind started blowing, the yellow leaves started swirling, and fell down to the ground finally, what were falling seemed to be the fragrances of the year, people couldn’t help but feel a kind of bleakness.
Gradually, the sun rose up, the layer of thin faint moisture on the window began to evaporate, leaving lines of water marks, the tears of the season. The wind came again, perhaps it’s because of the sun, the wind gave me much of a warm feeling this time, sharpness, mingled with the breath of sun and a sweet scent that came from nowhere.
I looked up and looked around, turned out it was the daisy next door that was blooming, swaying in the wind, heroically. A stream of warmth was flowing in my heart. the daisy also added a touch of bright colors to the autumn season.
Perhaps autumn has always been a sentimental season to people, looking at the scenery of time flowing swiftly and people coming and going in the street, i had a nameless indescribable feeling, i seemed to realize something, something that was soothing and lenitive to the heart.
Anyway, i was looking at this beautiful poetic morning, and i seemed to have fallen in love with it, with the cool autumn, with this sentimental season.