Maple Falls on Begonia Late

In the world, trees speak, vegetation has its time, and love and hate also have their return dates. From the red maple in Qixia to the fragrance of locust trees in the alley, from the silent begonias to the branches full of fragrant knots, a period of heartbeat that began as a young man, passed through the years and winds and rains, and was finally gently laid to rest by time. He had been obsessed with one person for many years, holding on to his old trust and the evening breeze, waiting for an elusive reunion; There were also people who stopped silently behind him, accompanying him through the desolation, turning ordinary life into tranquility. Only later did I understand that not all deep feelings have consequences, and not all first encounters can last forever. Some people are stunning in their youth, while others are gentle for the rest of their lives. The four seasons pass, people's hearts change, misses and perfections are all the time sequence in the world. From then on, we were in high mountains and far away from each other, and we were safe every year. The four seasons are in order and everything is calm.