Short Stories of Langston Hughes《early autumn》

"Early Autumn" Langston Hughes's novel: many years later broken lovers coincidently met each others---memories passing time happiness sorrow and regretas the ashes soaked and diappeared in the river of time sealed on the wrinkles of their faces down to their courtesy-like smile. Their distance became closer and then further and further. Early autumn comes every year yes every year.

The Chinese poet said "Young I was，and ignorant of the taste of carein new verses my imagined woes declare．Now I’ve learned all the bitterness of life’s care，Murmuring instead：Ah autumn，how cool and fair."

April 6th raining the smell is as same as the spring rain in the south river land. The flavor of autumn overflows here----it melts in the lingering cool weather extends in the leaves but it hasn't been full of my mind. No longer young I am I won't be gotten down by the naturally coming autumn.

No longer young I am sometimes the bag in my inner heart still can be tornthus memories flows. But those memories by far can't tear my inner heart because no longer young I am.

Suddenly R. Tagore's poem flashed upon my mind "I don't ask thee to come into my house. Come into my infinite lonliness.My lover."