Shen Wang & Zhou Miao
Autumn always carries a touch of sadness, and the sycamore leaves that change color are like the golden makeup of the earth, decorating the streets and alleys. Whenever the autumn wind blows, the sycamore leaves are like light dancers, dancing in the air, and then gently falling to the ground, as if covering the earth with a thick golden carpet.
The alleys were crowded and bustling with people. People in love walked hand in hand, with sweet and happy smiles on their faces. They either spoke in a low voice, or smiled at each other, with endless love in their eyes.
When you step on the layers of sycamore leaves, you will make a rustling sound. This sound is crisp and sweet, like a beautiful movement played by nature. Every step is like a dialogue with autumn, which makes people immersed in it.
It was an ordinary autumn afternoon, and the sun cast tiny shadows through the mottled leaves. Shen Wang strolled in this familiar alley as usual. A figure of a person appeared in my mind. It was a girl who was struggling to carry a shopping bag and smiling at him cutely.
Time flies, time flies. In a blink of an eye, autumn is coming again. The sycamore leaves are still as gorgeous as gold, and they are scattered all over the ground. The autumn wind is still blowing gently, dancing the falling leaves. The alley was still busy with people coming and going.
However, this year, Shen Wang walked alone in this alley that was once full of memories, and his heart was extremely heavy. Because the girl he loved deeply, the girl who also loved him deeply, is no longer with him now.
He walked silently, and the sycamore leaves under his feet rustled, as if telling the story of the lost love. Every sycamore leaf seems to carry the laughter and affectionate embrace they once had, but now only he is lonely and has endless thoughts.
Intention: No one is wrong, it's just that life is different.
