Stories that happened in autumn Essay 5

The wind rose, the leaves turned red, and the howling wind blew the autumn leaves off ......

When I came to the window and looked at the red all over the floor, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Autumn came to me again, and yet, because of it, I always told myself that I was responsible for the stories that happened that fall.

I was 7 years old and in the first grade. During the holidays, my mother bought me one of my favorite cloth dolls, and I played with it every day, and it was a very happy time for me. But behind the joy is an unpredictable disaster.

At noon that day, I was running downstairs with the doll in my arms, and because I was running so fast, I ran into a little girl before I could dodge. She was sitting on the ground and crying. I picked her up and kept coaxing her, but she still cried.

I was scared, so I left her behind and ran home in a panic. I didn't tell my family about it, and I didn't tell anyone about it. The autumn night was dark and quiet, and more of it was cold.

I didn't go out for three days, so I went out to play so that my family wouldn't feel that something was wrong. At the entrance of the building, I saw the person I didn't want to see, and it was the little girl I cried three days ago. I was scared, my heart seemed to tremble, I was afraid that she would recognize me.

But I still pretended not to know anything, and calmly walked past her.

Hello sister. "What a sweet voice, I can't believe it's what she said. I turned my face sideways and smiled at her.

I saw a cute face with a smile on its face. I can't help but regret it. I sat down next to her and started chatting with her.

I was surprised to find that she was the same age as me, but only 5 months younger than me. Through communication, she seemed to treat me as a bosom sister. Inadvertently, she said three days ago.

There was a young lady who accidentally bumped into her. I testified, and she didn't notice my abnormality, and continued, "I'm fine, she's been coaxing me, but I'm naturally crying, so I haven't stopped." In the end, the young lady ran away, I thought it must be me, I wanted to explain it to her, but I didn't remember what she looked like, so I kept blaming myself.

The wind blew harder, and the leaves fell aimlessly, disrupting the last vestiges of sobriety in my mind.

It was my fault, and even she blamed herself. I didn't tell her the truth, because I knew that she would forgive me, and maybe she would blame herself even more. I became best friends with her.

I secretly told myself that little by little I had to make up for the damage I had done to her. Every time I see her, I say in my heart: I'm sorry, I hit you, and I'm responsible for the consequences.

The wind was light, and the dark clouds revealed a rare sunshine in late autumn.