Strange Spring and Autumn Period

The wind chimes on the eaves swayed slowly, as if they were too lazy to disturb this belated autumn. The awning boat at the river port finally untied its moorings, swayed, and turned into another waterway. The moss marks on the shore have grown an inch thicker, quietly covering the stone carvings of old years. Those stories that have been mentioned repeatedly have become moldy with this moisture, and have faded into a vague shadow in the corner. I turned around, the tea smoke cleared, and the person sitting across from me was still the same person with warm eyebrows and eyes.