In autumn, a great deal of cold silence will spread to the earth, accompanied by the zero dance of maple leaves and the migration of geese. I looked at the bleakness in front of me, rippling the ripples on my body, spreading out, gently tapping the lake shore, singing soft songs, dragonflies, standing in my lake heart and listening quietly.

While the dragonfly only stayed for a short time, just for a moment, it fluttered away. I looked at its back and felt more and more lonely in autumn. I waited for it to stay again, even if it was just a short moment, the autumn wind was blowing bleakly on my body, but I still looked at the direction it flew away, hoping to see the familiar shadow.

But it never appeared in my sight again. No matter in the cold winter or warm spring, I still look forward to the day when it can return to the center of my lake and listen to the beautiful song I sang to it again. Although it is so rough, I still hope it can hear my deep feelings for it in the song; But now, I don't even know where it is going. I hope it won't be so unfeeling.

Day after day, I gradually felt desperate. I clearly knew that I had the best voice. Even if there was the best song, it would not be sweet and fresh.

It was another year of autumn, and the wind was still relentlessly blowing on my body, and I rippled layer upon layer, which reminded me of the autumn of last year. But now, the wind has weakened my thoughts and feelings for it.

Only now do I understand that it is a dragonfly, while I am just in the middle of the lake. We have too much distance. I should be satisfied with the reality, which is the real meaning of my life.