The unexpected encounter on the rooftop was just the distance between the Coke bottle and the white shoes. In the end, only a rusty coat was left and was thrown into the trash can.
They all thought this was just an insignificant episode in autumn, but they did not realize that when the cicadas gradually stopped chirping, some tracks had already been quietly blown away by the wind.
The intersection of two parallel lines begins with indifferent indifference to each other.
Concept: The chirping of cicadas is extremely brilliant, but it only belongs to midsummer, and will eventually dissipate quietly when the autumn wind picks up. Just like those short-lived but dazzling beauties in life - heart-pounding encounters, unreserved companionship, and passionate dreams, they are often accompanied by perishable regrets.
The autumn wind is bleak and quiet, but it carries the gentleness and heaviness after precipitation. It is the calmness after regret and the cherishment after loss.
What the novel wants to express is roughly this: life is not just about perfection. Beauty and regret, enthusiasm and tranquility are symbiotic wholes. The shortness of the cicada's chirping makes it precious; the coolness of the autumn wind gives life its weight. There is no need to insist on retaining the midsummer, and there is no need to resist the coming autumn wind. Learning to accept regrets and cherish the good things is the best interpretation of life.