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fall

Time: 2013-10-16 Source: Reprinted Editor: Love Reading: Times

Suddenly a strong wind reduced the weather from yesterday's 24 to today's 15. Without warning, it was cold and entered the autumn with this bleak October.

Autumn, the fall in my mind, is like an old man in the twilight, dyed with the evening glow of the evening, and the lonely figure seems to be remembering all kinds of life with emotion. Indeed, looking at the withered leaves outside the window, with a little bit of green, when the autumn wind came, it was hit relentlessly in the air and spun down. In the past, the thousands of red and pink flowers couldn't help the coldness of the air, secretly hiding the gorgeousness, and taking the opportunity to be in the lowest place with the simplest face. Leisurely and comfortable figures have rarely been seen on the streets, hurried steps, thick clothes rubbing away the rhythm of dust from time to time, so autumn really came this way.

Autumn is another season of harvesting, the uncle of the farmer unleashes the yellow joy, the green bean clip is mixed with crackling firecrackers, and the sparkling fields exude a piece of rice. The roads where cars are coming and going are roaring with all kinds of fast rhythms, and the large and small computers in each office are quickly flowing away this year's performance and next year's plans. The shouting in the streets and lanes became even more shivering at the moment, and the hardworking people were fighting for the final effort. The coming of autumn brings a bumper harvest and brings new hope.

I am somewhat unbiased about autumn, whether it is its breath or its content, I have escaped a little, maybe autumn brings me an invisible sadness, although I do n’t know if this sadness comes from me In my bones is still my deep life. But in these sorrows, it has brought me some life, making me constantly want to move forward and keep trying hard. Perhaps more in life is the need for such reflection and rebirth. Childhood memory, grandpa was most fond of autumn, he told me that autumn is the most beautiful season, because the autumn sun is warm, autumn is full, autumn is the most suitable season for thinking, so every fall, grandpa Holding my little hand, in the warm afternoon, using his rocking chair, swinging all my childhood dreams. That memory seems to be a luxurious memory in my busy life, because only in that beautiful dream can I feel that the softest life is so fresh and so full of vitality.

Now another autumn is coming, as if all the memories of autumn in my life are slowly flowing again at this moment. In the long 24 years, one autumn after another, I slowly transformed from childish As today matures, thank you for all the baptisms of autumn, which make my uneven life more and more tenacious and richer.

Be a strong woman in this autumn with a bleak autumn wind. Come on, my life.

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