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The fortune teller said that this autumn

I was born in autumn. In my long life, I have only loved two women. The first one is called Qiu and the last one is also called Qiu. The first autumn was beautiful, like a bright red sunset glow on the horizon. The second autumn is ordinary, like golden rice in the field.

I was born in the autumn evening, when the sunset glow was the reddest, when the rice was the most mature, when the summer had already passed and the winter was late.

My dad said that the fortune teller said that your life was bad and the five elements were short of water. You need to find a woman with water in her name to help you through the disaster of life.

Later, I said that the biggest disaster in my life was that I met two women with fire in their names and fell in love with them.

The beauty of early autumn, if I have to describe her beauty in words, then I say that no language in the world can describe her beauty. I can only say that she is red, like a bright maple leaf in the forest, like a bright red sunset on the horizon, so close, so far away, close at hand and out of reach.

When I first met her, I was only in my early twenties and fell in love with her in a daze. Standing in the distance, dressed in red, like a touch of scarlet blood, she caught my eye and touched my heart. If you get this beautiful woman, what else can you ask for? Thinking of this, I got up my courage and walked towards her step by step, expecting to hold her in my arms, but I could never get close to her.

Later, I often saw her. She smiled at me, made faces at me, waved to me and called me.

I think I'm in love with her. I said to myself.

Yes, you are in love with her, but she is so beautiful. You have to work harder and harder to deserve her. A voice in my heart said to me.

You're right. It is time for me to work hard. I looked up and said to my inner voice.

Enjoy flowers in spring and listen to rain in summer. When autumn comes, I run excitedly. I ran to the horizon and photographed the reddest sunset glow on the horizon, dazzling and radiant. When I ran into the forest, I picked the maple leaf around me and put it in my notebook, watching its stripes and smelling its fragrance.

I ran barefoot, ran across Wanshui in Qian Shan and met Wanshui Qian Shan. I thought I did my best. There are hundreds of autumn scenery in the camera. There are thousands of autumn red leaves in Qian Qian in the notebook. I also wrote one love letter after another to Qiu in my backpack. I said, go back, go back and say to Qiu, I love you, you see, sunset glow, red leaves, love letters, these are all witnesses.

When I went to find Qiu, she was gone. No one knows where she went. I cried sadly, and ran all over the mountain to find Qiu, again and again, day after day, and there was no news. I climbed the highest mountain I have ever climbed, and at first glance, the red that used to be all over the mountains disappeared, leaving only ruins everywhere. I cried and shouted, Qiu, Qiu, where are you? Autumn didn't promise me, only echo, emptiness and loneliness echoed in the valley for a long time.

That night, I dreamed of autumn for the last time. Autumn is full of tears, and she still looks beautiful, just gaunt. She said, I have been waiting for you. I dare not look forward to eternity, nor dare I pray for it. I just need a warm hug, a gentle whisper and someone who loves me. Say that finish, she turned to leave, more walk more far, disappeared in the twilight.

From then on, I never dreamed of Qiu again, but I thought of her occasionally. Think of her bright smiling face and bright red clothes.

Autumn drifted away, leaving a touch of red in my eyes.

Later, I liked many women, but I never loved them.

The second and last woman I loved was also named Qiu. I was old when I met her. She is not beautiful, she is a very ordinary woman. But the first time I saw her, I knew I would fall in love with her, maybe now, maybe in the future. In short, I will definitely fall in love with her.

It's an autumn morning, with crystal dew shining in the faint morning light. She appeared in front of me in a light yellow dress and whispered, hello. I was bending down to cut rice in the field, and when I looked up, I met her gentle eyes, like the sun shining on the earth. In an instant, my world was bright.

I said, hello.

Golden rice rolls gently in the autumn wind, like golden waves spreading from the front to the distance. Pale yellow girl, standing in this golden place, dancing gently, completely integrated, so harmonious.

She said, my name is Qiu.

Autumn, I whispered.

I haven't dreamed of autumn for a long time. I thought I would forget her. However, when autumn stands in front of me, I still think of autumn, although this autumn is not another autumn.

Autumn often appears in front of me in the soft sunshine in the morning. Late autumn, when the rice is ripe and the land is golden. Pale yellow, she jumped briskly in the field, like an autumn elf, bringing the smell of harvest.

In the early morning, I finally said to Qiu, I love you, Qiu.

Autumn blushed, bowed her head and said nothing.

I said, I will give you everything.

Qiu looked up and said firmly, no, I just want someone who loves me to stay with me and live in peace. That's enough.

I said, okay.

We built a log cabin on the hillside, with green hills behind and Xiushui in front. A vast field extends from the stream in front of the house to the distance. We sow seeds in spring, watch the rice sprout and wait for it to blossom and bear fruit. In the hot summer, we stripped off our clothes and played in the stream, laughing wantonly, like children. In autumn, the rice is ripe and golden everywhere, and the rolling waves of rice rush from front to back. We are jumping on this golden land with a sickle, like two light notes, rejoicing and inspiring. The air is filled with faint fragrance of rice, and I smell the harvest. Autumn is full of harvest songs, melodious and melodious, floating and echoing in fields, valleys and streams.

Now, I'm lying in bed, dying. Wake up, maple leaves, sunset glow, love letters, rice, everything has left me. I was born in autumn. I have only loved two women in my life. The first one is called Qiu and the last one is also called Qiu.