The Smell of Wet Leaves

Yes. It’s just like that smell. The smell of wet leaves in early morning in autumn. Just like those mornings that I would get up, finding my mother in the yard. She would walk in the garden and look at the biid tree in the middle of the garden. Touch the leaves with care and love. Then, I would go to the yard and search for the mushrooms under the wet leaves. “I found it, I found it.” I would happily shout and ran to my mother, pulling her hand to show her the mushroom.
I still love remember those days. Each time when it rains in fall, I close my eyes and take a deep breath and try to inhale the smell of the wet leaves again. Now, ten years have passed but still, I enjoy thinking of those days. We have moved from that house with that small garden. Now we have grown up and our house is bigger. We have many 松树 that do not change in fall. Now we live in apartment. I have grown up and it’s not good to go and search for mushrooms under the wet leaves. If I go to the yard and move the wet leaves, our neighbors might see and wonder what this girl is looking for in the garbage. Now, wet leaves are kind of garbage and dirty. But I still, when I’m sitting on the chair beside the tree, I try to imagine myself, waking up early in the morning. Running to the yard. Laughing and looking for the mushroom. My mother also accompanies me.
When I close my eyes, I can hardly remember the smell of the wet leaves and I can hardly remember the face of my mother at that time. now, almost seven years have passed. Not only myself, but also my world has grown up. I became older, my world became bigger. I have seen many places more beautiful than our small yard with one willow tree or with several pine trees. I have traveled to another country where has many green trees without any autumn. Trees are green in all seasons. I even have forgotten how fall was. It rains in the summer here. I forgot how the smell of fall and the wet soil was because here the soil is humid and wet all the time. I remember how much I loved to see a river or travel to a jungle. Now, I’m bored by the green trees. I’m bored by the scenery of the green hills with trees with red, pink, purple flowers. Rivers don’t interest me anymore. I close my eyes. I try to remember the smell of the wet leaves and the mushroom that I used to look for early in the morning. I want to feel my mother’s hands holding my hand while following me to see the mushroom. I try, but I can’t remember anything except a vague image and an unclear smell.