October, My Whole World

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　The weather in October is particularly clear, bright, and crisp. The mist of September has dissipated; the sky is as blue as seawater. A gentle breeze brushes against the floating white clouds, which adorn the sky like delicate decorations, creating a scene that resembles a beautiful dream. In my eyes, the sky is like a colorful landscape painting, with beautiful clouds that resemble white sails floating on the sea. 　　 　　October is a woman with flowing long hair, graceful and composed, possessing clear and beautiful eyes that resemble the shimmering waters of autumn. That October in the pink marigolds, that October under the silver moonlight, that October in the flame-colored maple trees – it comes to me with maturity, grandeur, openness, and composure. Oh, sky full of richness, how much joy it brings me. How much brightness it brings to me. 　　 　　Outside the window, the sunlight is bright and dry; there’s abundant greenery, in varying shades, layered upon one another. A morning glory plant climbs up the fence, its tender vines reaching toward the sky in a shy, timid manner. 　　 　　Wandering in the skies of October, the sun shines with a bright smile, and even the clouds turn white, as white as snow that has just fallen to the ground. In the evening, as the sun set, the hues in the sky gradually faded away. The deep red color turned into a rose red, which in turn changed to a light red. Finally, once all that red light disappeared, a full moon appeared high in the sky, shining brightly against the dark blue night sky. 　　 　　On those nights adorned by a crescent moon, there may be a sense of desolation, but if one looks closely, it is still the gaze full of affection that lingers throughout, accompanying one on the journey. At this moment, endless longing and yearning are like the moonlight that penetrates the vast ocean of affection; they remain just as enchanting and alluring. 　　 　　October, the dreams of yesterday: blue, bright purple, pure white, dark green… shades of different intensities, distances varying, moments of joy or sorrow… The carved window frames, on those moments of deep contemplation, allow one to listen to a song full of nostalgia, while sipping a cup of fragrant tea. Pushing open the door to memories in my heart, the bygone moments from this world of colors and passions, as well as the deep loves depicted in those beautiful stories, quietly intrude into my peaceful mind. I seem to see a woman holding an umbrella in the rainy alleys of the Jiangnan region; she walks away gracefully before turning back briefly. In those pure and delicate letters, I use graceful handwriting to preserve the memory of her affectionate gaze. 　　 　　In October, *I’m used to gazing at the sky alone. The fragrance of red lotuses fades as autumn comes; I lightly remove my silk robes and go alone aboard the orchid boat. In the vast expanse of the sky, the sonnets of the autumn geese are sung across the boundless heavens. An endless landscape, adorned by the gentle hues of October. The sky in October seems so plain, as if it has no stories to tell. But those floating white clouds, that serene blue sky, will remain a source of eternal concern and longing for me throughout my life. At my ear is the softest, gentlest whisper, like beautiful melodies that stir the strings of a lonely heart. The sky in October turns my longing into colorful neon lights that shine brilliantly beside you. 　　 　　Several Octobers passed by unnoticed, and many mid-autumn seasons were spent in time that seemed like a fleeting mist. On the riverbanks in October, I still pick up seashells from the shore as my most precious reminders of longing. Let the past loneliness and solitude drift away with the wind under this blue sky! 　　 　　The weather in October! Whose memories are engraved there, whose footprints are deep or shallow, whose shadows are far or near? Who is by the riverbank, and who is on the other side? Who is in the eyes? Who is in your heart? Who is it again, twisting flowers between their fingers, creating fragrance with their words? 　　 　　The weather in October sees the colors of the season constantly changing. The waves are gentle, and the rain falls softly. The breeze caressed my cool forehead, and the sunlight danced on the green leaves. From then on, my life rose and fell with yours. If possible, let me embrace joy and sorrow with a calm heart. I want to sing a silent song for you, so that tears and sorrow won’t deepen the shadows in my eyes anymore. 　　 　　The sky was dotted with stars. When the faint scent of chrysanthemums begins to fill the air, I am reminded of that small town filled with chrysanthemums from the depths of my memory. My thoughts grow uncontrollably, just like grass that thrives at the call of spring. If days are pages of blank paper, I wish to fold them into little boats. Please be not surprised if cloud-like white sails appear unexpectedly in your dreams. 　　 　　I wait foolishly for my sky. This October is a story hidden in amber. Once, we were stars that illuminated each other in the course of time; we moved from innocence to attachment. The reeds are lush; white dew turns to frost. By the banks of Shui Mei Xi, the path is long and difficult. Your eyes are clear springs that captivate my serene face. 　　 　　You gave yourself to me in your dreams, and I immersed myself in the sweetness of slumber. Under the moonlight on a high tower, my thoughts are with my homeland far away. Unthought of, yet unforgettable. **The autumn wind stirs thoughts of autumn, while the worries of youth are left behind in this season filled with the fragrance of wild chrysanthemums… Perhaps it was only after looking back countless times that I was able to meet you in this life, to get to know you, and to have endless conversations with you. Fading times, mottled memories. I wait through the ages, will you grant me eternity? Even as the desert unfurls its parched shroud and the Gobi exposes its rugged chest, life is a fragile flower; a sliver of light flickers like the candlelight of fate, yet my vigilance remains unchanging. On this night when chrysanthemums bloom, can I find sleep, free from the unintentional hurt I cause you with my weakness? Tonight, could you tell me how far you are from me, and whether I can always be in your heart? 　　 　　Because of you, the fragrant path is covered with the brilliance of flowers; I will wear a long dress that sweeps the ground, and to the beautiful music in the sky, I will dance like stars shining brightly. Soft hair floats with the wind, singing along with it, lost in the gaze of your love. 　　 　　In October, my world belongs to the cries of geese, the shadows of clouds, the chill of stars, the brightness of the moon – it is a place where tender affection can take flight. Your tenderness, your kindness, your smile, my beloved! Under the skies of October, I wish to wander the world with you, free from any more hesitation in my heart. In the dream, there is moonlight and the scent of flowers; along the way, we sing.