FALL

Busy activity pushes open the gates of spring. Green shade pushes open the gates of summer. Fruits push open the gates of autumn. And wind and snow blow open the beauty of winter.

In a Chinese parasol tree's eyes, autumn is yellow. In a maple tree's eyes, autumn is red. In a cypress tree's eyes, autumn is green. In a chrysanthemum flower's eyes, autumn is exciting. In my eyes, autumn is sad but full of life.

Cool wind brings a yellow cold. In a short while, the whole mountain is blanketed by a golden cover. At this time, the clouds above lower with intention and mask half of the mountain. A pale gray fog is added to the golden color. As you are standing in the fallen leaves with the breeze blowing around you, you think of the sadness when Sister Lin buried the flowers (from Hong Lou Mong, an ancient Chinese story). However, it is said: "The flower does not fall without feelings, but it becomes the spring soil to enrich other flowers." Whoever has seen the greatness of fallen leaves knows that the greatness of a person lies in giving up his way of life for the happiness of others, only to make progress himself later in the future. After realizing this, one thanks the great unselfishness of the fallen leaves. They protect you and make you successful. At the moment when they leave you, they feel so much nostalgia, but as soon as they see that their golden surface can't give you happiness but rather only makes you appear old, they bravely jump off the tree.