In the fine grass

Author: Chen He
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Publish Date: 2003-01-01
Features: Not what I think, but what I see. What is before my eyes is what is in my heart. When I understand everything before me, my thoughts are within it. And when thoughts overflow, they are consuming what is before my eyes. So, I can't help but say, I saw a falling autumn leaf, I saw a crescent autumn moon, because it is autumn, the moon has become an autumn moon, the leaves have become autumn leaves. So, I can't yet say that I saw the leaves and the moon, not even the autumn leaves and autumn moon. I only saw autumn. I saw the weather of October, when a leaf began to catch attention. One person said, "It's so old, yet so new." Another person said, "It's so new, yet already old." These two people were actually the same person. I forgot what else they might have said, but I truly saw a yellow leaf hanging on the tree.