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Autumn is colorful.

Listening is a way to get close to autumn and an art to purify the soul. When the wind blows gently, the raindrops fall quietly, when the earth breathes slightly, when the birds chirp and float ......Are we opening our hearts and listening to the melody of autumn?

Autumn, a season of sadness and abundance, gradually began to smell its scent as its pace accelerated.

Look at the big tree, the leaves slowly falling from the tree. As beautiful as a butterfly, but at the same time it makes people sigh that the fall of the leaves heralds the end of its life. Although I won't bury flowers like Lin Daiyu, there will still be the same sigh, maybe this is the melody of spring, the color of autumn.

Autumn, in the eyes of many it is yellow.

A gust of wind blew slowly and blew across the face. I didn't stop my face, I just played with it, and I knew it was the naughty autumn to report. It's cool, and at the same time shivering, and at the same time it's like a green space that gives people a feeling of freshness and coolness.

Autumn in my eyes is green.

Look, the fiery sun-like chrysanthemums, with a charming fragrance blowing in our faces, I know that autumn has come to us. Chrysanthemums also came to welcome her arrival, one by one, competing for beauty, and blooming among the flowers. The unique fragrance of autumn floats in the air and in everyone's heart.

One, two, three, one, two, three, two, three ......They open in the sun's rays and are strong in the autumn winds. I think they are also telling us about the beauty of autumn! Autumn is fiery again.

The water rushes down from the bottom, rushing hard, staging a legend of water hitting the rocky ground, and the river is very energetic in autumn. A very unique breath, a very special power, I don't know why, I always feel that the autumn water is very strong, it seems to wake up suddenly, as if to cheer for the arrival of autumn, and it seems to rejoice for the beauty of the fallen leaves, in short, the breath of autumn has accumulated in the river. Autumn is transparent again.

Autumn is colorful. The melody of autumn is beautiful, and she floats all over the place, singing together, composing a hymn to autumn. Although autumn is not as vibrant as spring, not as vibrant as summer, and not as white and beautiful as winter, its breath is different.

Today's autumn is here, in this field, tomorrow's autumn is in everyone's heart, let us feel autumn, feel its beauty, and listen to its voice.

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A postcard.

A postcard, a growth, a break point in life......From one city to another, you have to work your own. Learn to grow up, learn to endure, and after learning to cry, you can hug your parents with a smile. The first time I came to this city, the first time I left my own familiar....

The Maple Leaf of Perdition.

The scorching heat and cold wind of June blew a maple leaf southward. ——The autumn breeze of autumn leaves blows happily in the warm sunshine, which is so lovely and brings warmth to all things. In the maple forest where the autumn breeze blows, I witnessed the loveliness of the autumn breeze, and I can't stand the faint worry when the autumn breeze blows...

The love of youth. Sometimes the world is not enthusiastic enough, and angels will be uncomfortable in the clouds, the long road of life, no one will teach you to walk, the panicked child, can't find the exit, clench your fists, how long have you been scared, crying red eyes, purify the long road of life in the universe, let me take you home, the lights....

A long time ago, when I didn't know so-and-so, I would regard those ABCDs who were as restless as I was as close friends, thinking that by clapping my palms, I could really "enjoy the blessings and the hardships together".

After a long time, it was only after I watched them leave my world one by one and fade out of my stage that I suddenly understood that the two concepts of time and distance, as a human being, are full of helplessness.

So, I knew that I could never trust the so-called immutability. Because there is simply no one in the world.

A long time ago, so much happened, like snow in winter, after the bone-chilling cold, after the piercing pain, nothing more. Even scars are just a luxury.

Much later, I found that I was no longer desperately looking for the so-called past, or really seeing my future. Or maybe you really don't want to be involved in those hard work.

So, I found that those things that had been too long were slowly precipitated. So I told myself that I was still too young to meet something that would last me a lifetime.

A long time ago, I would laugh unabashedly, I wouldn't have tried to guess what other people think, I wouldn't have made these exclamations here again.

After a long time, my words were full of thoughts that others couldn't read.

So I finally realized that I was not stagnant, but that I was growing, and suddenly I was cold.

But I don't want to struggle with the past and the future. I don't want to dwell on getting and losing.

Therefore, I told myself that even if the world was once as barren as a desert, even if those that used to make my eyes wet and red, even if the carvings of the years made my heart no longer clear and clear, even if I was old, I had to walk out of the past.

Commemorate the story of so-and-so waiting.

Commemorate everything that can be remembered.

Before, later.