The woman standing on the edge of the cliff raised her head slightly, stretched her neck, took a deep breath of the air after the summer rain, and looked at the vast mountains in the distance. The peaks were towering, the lights were shining, the clouds were rolling, ups and downs, white cranes were murmuring in the secluded valleys, and the peaks shrouded in mist seemed like a fairyland on earth! After a while, the woman's bright eyes turned dark, as if she had thought of something. Her eyes darkened. I wonder if there will be a next time. She slipped out quietly this time. I wonder if he has noticed it now? Gently caressing the thin blanket covering her body, her eyes are quiet and gentle. The sunset, the red clouds on the horizon reflect on her face, adding a bit of sadness. The pavilions and pavilions are dreaming for a moment, and the setting clouds are green and heartbreaking! The woman looked longingly into the distance, as if she wanted to carve the scenery in front of her into her heart. Suddenly, as if she thought of something, she slowly turned her head and looked at the silent woods behind her. You will get nothing, forever! Then he turned his head resolutely, stood up from the wheelchair tremblingly, picked up something beside him, and walked towards the depths of the cliff step by step...
The moment he fell off the cliff, he vaguely heard a "ding" sound, like the clash of swords, a woman's ferocious laughter, and then vaguely heard someone calling his name from behind...
These sounds eventually condensed into tears and entangled in the wind, as if someone was sighing softly in my ears:
Knowing that summer is only for autumn, how can we know autumn?