Sunlight Lingering on Leaves

Night began to fall, and the world before my eyes gradually dimmed. The floor lamp in the yard suddenly turned on at a certain moment, and the people on the bamboo chairs were still lying lazily, watching the red clouds filling the sky slowly disappear. The leaves rustled and fell one by one. Raise your head, in this season when everything is dormant, and look at the last train running in the dusk. Burning cinders are spurting out from the front of the train, and the sparks in the sky are falling and extinguished in the wind.