During those busy days, the women would deliver lunch to the fields, while the wheat cutters would stand by the ridges, some leaning against the wheat, devouring all the food in their bowls and plates. Sometimes the captains of several teams would also sit down on the ground, talking about wheat and wheat harvest to the people in the field, and eating pork head and fried jacket boxes together in three or two bites. Occasionally, they would also drink a little, making their faces blush. At first glance, you really don't know if it's because of the alcohol or the warm sun in the sky. During the years when Xiaowa and Jinying were in love, Xiaowa would go to Jinying's house every year to help harvest wheat for one or two days, not only for Jinying, but also to leave a good impression on Jinying's family. Xiaowa was very practical when cutting wheat, and she tied more grass around her waist than anyone else. Every time she took up a bed, she didn't lift her head, and couldn't sweat. She brushed and danced with a sickle, and was the first one to reach the ground. Therefore, Jinying's father and sister had a particularly good impression of Xiaowa. They said that Xiaowa was not only good at studying, but also a skilled worker in this field. Jinying felt sorry for her and ran to Xiaowa, giving him a good hand. Wiping a little sweat, the little child smiled sweetly and naively. Years later, this became a topic of family affection that Xiaowa and Jin Ying often talked about at home.

Don't build a monument for me, and don't consider such boring actions that are not commensurate with Christians. Who among my relatives and friends truly cherishes me should build another kind of monument for me, that is, to build a monument for me with his unwavering determination to carry out his lifelong career and his vigorous vitality throughout. If someone grows and develops after my death, and their spiritual realm has improved compared to when I was alive, it shows that they truly loved me and were my friends before, which is also a monument for me. Because no matter how weak or insignificant my strength is, I always encourage my friends; And in recent years, the people I have made friends with have never seen me dejected in moments of sadness and grief, even though my life was not pleasant and my distress was no less than others. If anyone among them considers every word I say to him after I die, rereads every letter I wrote to him a year ago, let him recall this!

I ask everyone not to cry for me. Whoever thinks my death is a significant loss or a loss for the whole nation, their soul should be condemned. If I am fortunate enough to have done something beneficial and truly fulfilled my duty, and if death takes me away at the beginning of my career, and my career is not meant to win the favor of certain people, but to truly benefit everyone - even so, I should not be sad for it in vain. If it were not me who died, but a pivotal figure in the current situation in Russia, then no one among the living should be discouraged by this, because those who were captured too early, even if they were indispensable to everyone, would indicate that God is angry. It is just to use this method to take away the tools and means that can help others advance towards the goal that calls us. Whenever we encounter sudden losses, we should not be pessimistic, but should reflect on ourselves strictly; Don't think about the darkness of others and the whole world, reflect on your own darkness. The darkness in the soul is the most terrifying. But it wasn't until the iron hearted Grim Reaper stood in front of him that he saw it clearly. What's the reason for this!

I am a flower, experiencing the test of winter, accepting the instructions of spring, and living a carefree summer.

With a faint floral fragrance, I welcome the upcoming autumn. I thought the fragrance in the sky was my capital worth flaunting, but I was wrong.

At some point, the sky became even higher and clearer, and the swallows chasing the sunshine flew south in beautiful arcs; I don't know when, but the lotus pond under the moon has become more elegant and peaceful, no longer disturbed by the sound of frogs and cicadas, and the lingering fragrance of lotus still lingers in my dreams; I don't know when, but the light breeze shuttling through the forest has become desolate, accompanied by golden fallen leaves fluttering and dancing

The autumn wind gave me a special gift, roaring wildly and beating my petite body without restraint. There is a chill piercing through my body, trembling and shivering, and the strong wind has left me covered in bruises. But I have no time to worry, the last thought in my mind supports me, hold on! I endured the excruciating pain and made the final fight. I cannot fail, because the magnificent life I have had after going through storms and hardships has come to an end like this. I cannot bear it, let alone accept it

My last petal was finally swept away by the fierce and merciless autumn wind. I tremble in pain among the withered branches and leaves, aging day by day, desolate and miserable.

However, one day, a poet who had resigned from his official position and returned south saw my home in ruins, but he recited the poem "Falling red is not a heartless thing, turning into spring mud to protect flowers even more". At that moment, I realized the true meaning of life. Yeah, the mission and responsibility of turning into spring mud to protect flowers will make my short life longer. Because even though it is "scattered into mud and crushed into dust", it still smells as fragrant as ever. Looking at the withered petals in the wind, I understand that the value of life lies not in its charming appearance and intoxicating fragrance, but in the fulfillment of the heart. Life is not about length, but about whether it has meaning. Thank Autumn for teaching me how to view life in such a unique way.

I love you - autumn, even after hatred.