Pomegranate mature autumn prose

If you are not moved by the passage of time, you always feel that life is safe and quiet, and you won't care about the inner loss caused by the change of environment when the seasons alternate. There is a fallen leaf floating in the sky, and I instinctively hold it with my hand. Some people around me put on their coats, and the hot feeling has disappeared. Looking up at the sky, the wind is crisp and cold, with a chill. Look at the yellow calendar. It turns out that I have entered autumn. In front of me, there are no geese flying south, no bleak autumn wind, no endless golden fields symbolizing bumper harvest, and no red maple trees, but I still feel the familiar autumn rhyme and the smell of being there.

On the way to work, the flowers and trees in the company's green belt were neatly trimmed, leaving a messy impression, but it deeply gave me a feeling of empty autumn. My mind will think of the company's autumn staff sports meeting in a few days, the sound of balls, whistles and cheers. On the way to Mengzi, the pomegranates piled up in hills are ripe and listed. In autumn, pomegranate is ripe. In this season of fragrant fruits and vegetables, pomegranate is not far behind. In my opinion, there are these sights and stories at this time of year, and similar or even the same things will happen. These feelings about autumn are all memories of coming to this place for many years. Autumn stories are always the most, and slowly, memories are flooding.

I still remember that autumn, in 2009, we were assigned to the company from school, and there were six people in the class at the same time. Out of curiosity about the strange environment around us, we met to pick pomegranates in the pomegranate field at the gate of the factory. The fruit is not delicious at all. It is hard and dry. After picking pomegranates, we sat on Honghe Avenue, talking about work, ideals and ambitions. The autumn sunshine slowly falls from the direction near Laoyinshan, and the afterglow. Growing up, we are flattened by the real work and life. Up to now, six people have left their jobs, and there are four others, some of whom can't bear hardships and some have other choices, so they seldom contact us when they go outside. Now, my old classmates and I are still working hard in our ordinary posts, supporting and encouraging each other. The relationship is still the same as before, neither increasing nor decreasing, neither far nor near. The old pomegranate tree in front of the factory is still there, but we haven't picked it. If only life were like the first time.

In the later days, I lived a simple life, knowing that this place not only has delicious rice noodles, but also is a good gift for visiting relatives and friends. I met a friend in Mengzi at that time. She took me to see the ten thousand mu pomegranate forest in Mengzi, and also took me to her house to pick pomegranates. At 04: 00 in the morning, baskets of pomegranates were taken to the Xin 'an market for sale. When she left, my family sent me a box full of pomegranates to learn from. I was always whimsical at that time. I bought all my 65,438+0,000 yuan lottery tickets. I turned around and found that someone had stolen my pomegranate. I really don't like it, and I don't blame myself. I returned to the company empty-handed. Since then, I have never bought a lottery ticket.

It's another autumn, and I always like to buy pomegranate in Mengzi. I am lonely, happy, impulsive and continue to be lonely. At that time, I was silly and lack of emotion, and I was always looking for my ideal love. My heart is fragile, my heart is lonely and painful, and my youth is torn to pieces again and again. In the time when I didn't know right or wrong, I met the right or wrong person and I was hurt. Later, the mind gradually matured and the things considered were comprehensive and thorough. Autumn is coming. I used to buy some pomegranates for myself or give them to others as before, but I don't seem to like them as much as before. What I bought seems to be a story, a feeling, and my understanding of pomegranate is much more familiar than in previous years. For Mengzi's specialty sweet pomegranate, it is big, thin and soft, and the juice is sweet and not hard. The sour pomegranate from Mengzi is big and red, which is very attractive. These deep impressions of Mengzi pomegranate are also due to the precipitation of a living habit gradually formed by working in this place.

What I can't go back is called once, which is a story of my youth. It is said that youth is like a rose in full bloom in autumn, which always fades, but I think youth is like this red and sweet pomegranate, which deserves endless aftertaste. Youth can never be caught, and I don't regret it. I have been working for more than 7 years now, and I have changed a lot, experienced a lot, relieved a lot and gained a lot. In this autumn when pomegranate is ripe, many stories are just like yesterday, as if returning to the original story. I also hope that people are still those people and things, or those things, and the song is still that song. As everyone knows, too many things changed too early, so I didn't stay. Now, I can only take bold steps with greater determination.

Spring flowers and autumn fruits, I seem to be a local, but I still live in a foreign land, and time is leisurely interspersed in casual gaps. The beautiful Mid-Autumn Festival is coming. I am homesick and miss my hometown. However, my hometown is only the place where my dream began. It carries my childhood, but it can't realize my dream, because the job I have been turning a blind eye to has long been destined to become my other home. In this pomegranate city, I wonder if I have feelings for pomegranate? Or do you have feelings for the unforgettable experiences and harvest memories of traveling here over the years? The answer seems obvious. Mature pomegranate has a special feeling about autumn. I just hope to work hard and live a down-to-earth life in an ordinary post. I only hope that in every autumn when pomegranate is ripe, I can live quietly and peacefully.