The Sound of Leaf Veins Stretching Out in Autumn
by Mr. Zhuting
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Introduction to the work: "Autumn Sound of Leaf Vein Extension" On the evening of the autumnal equinox, on the rain-washed Wutong Road, the frustrated illustrator Lu Fei squatted on the hexagonal bricks to trace the veins of the leaves. A serrated Wutong leaf became the first opportunity for him to meet the girl wearing a ginkgo pendant. The curled volume of Neruda's poems was exposed in the girl's canvas bag. The mole on her fingertips looked like drops of ink. After looking at each other for three seconds, only a shadow crease was left on the sketchbook. There was a seventeen-minute time difference in Lao Mai Cafe. He came at four fifteen and she left at three, until one day she was a step late and the ginkgo-shaped water stains on the coasters finally made their eyes meet. The side by side on the No. 307 Bus, the half bag of salt shared at the vegetable market, the complementary leaf vein paintings in the guestbook of the bookstore, and the ginkgo fireworks that looked like pendants during the New Year's Eve have all become a tacit understanding hidden in time. There is no passionate confession, only the soft sound of sycamore leaves being inserted into the sketchbook, and the glimmer of candy wrappers in the poetry collection. When the wind passes through the veins of the leaves, all the unspoken words are hidden in the sound of autumn.
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