By nightingale(ellenye@163.net)
Date: 30 September 2000

MY SEASON MUSE

                    My Season Muse

                                  
    Many years ago,in a sunny early autumn day.We laid on the green green grassland in a leafy garden.Yes, the grass was oily green at that time,though the  cool breeze was whispering to our ears:the colorful autumn's coming!

   I was looking forward to the arrival of the most beutuful season.It's a season of romantics and dream.I loved the season in the same way as most college girls at that time did.

   But,as a matter of fact, you didn't like the coming season."Too many colors,"you said,"and too noisy." You loved winter,the cold pure white winter. Winter in this city that we are living is always terribly dry and  bitterly cold."Winter is calm, full of beutiful loneliness,and feeling of missing."You said quietly, your eye glueing on a dragonfly resting at the tip of a grass in the green pool water in front of the grassing bank.

   I looked in your way,the delicate creature was still sitting above the flowing water.silently,she stretched her subtle half transparent wing,and watching into the deep water. The water was motionless in the lotus flower pool(in this season the flowers were all fading away and the leave were all dying out,leaving only some dry brown massy stern). Occationally the wind would blow  upon and wrinkled the face of the water. "She must think she is flying above the running water."I said,satisfying with my discovery.

    You gave me a smile.

    That day was our last date.

    Autumn was extrordinaryly short that year.The winter  seemed suddenly rush in.Soon,we met our first snow.When the world was covering by a huge clear white quilt,you left the city and left me.

   Then I knew,the winter,as you once said, was really full of loneliness and missing.But they were not beutiful at all.In that long endless winter,I knew I was missing you desperately and hopelessly.You would never come back.And the rough pale white winter would never turn color.Spring didn't come that following year,nor did the beautiful fall.

   Now standing in the early autumn rain,I realize I am that dolly dragonfly.I dream of my flying between the changable seasons.But the seasons,are simply changing in turn because of the national rule,not because of my flying.Just like my love,has gone far away because of the prophet,not because of his leaving.    
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