Autumn

The Life-and-Death Love of Leftover Women

Autumn

Category: Poetry Added Time: December 6, 2010, 10:07:42 AM Source: Admin Clicks: 88

Autumn is the swirling fallen leaves,

the rustling wind,

the cooling mat,

the new clothes on the shelves,

the start of a new grade for children making new friends at new schools, selected prose and novels, Pickled Vegetable Superhero III - Pickles and the Careless Hedgehog,

and it's the season when elders begin searching for sweaters, fearing colds and coughs.

In the countryside,

autumn is peanuts spread out on rooftops,

sesame seeds placed in courtyards,

soybeans drying on roads,

golden corn,

bundles of drooping rice stalks,

stacks upon stacks of sorghum poles.

Autumn

is the yellow pears,

the red apples,

the soft persimmons,

the branch-bending jujubes.

In the hearts of those sensitive souls,

autumn is when autumn winds rise again, destiny, prompting sighs over fleeting time and flowing years,

when they recall lovers and events from many years ago,

a time when some inexplicably feel moved to recite a few lines or reflect deeply.

Autumn

is the high sun,

the dry Loess Plateau beneath that sun,

the cave dwellings on the plateau,

newly hung corn cobs outside the cave entrances,

the bright sunny days after nine cold ones,

and the mooncakes of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

In the hearts of those prone to melancholy,

autumn

is the cool breeze,

the drizzling rain,

that inexplicable sorrow and longing.

In their verses,

autumn

is the cool wind carrying fine rain,

the fine rain tapping against fallen leaves.