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We met that fall.

The memory slowly reverberated and I remembered something, something, something.

Now in the fall, I met you, and I remembered something.

I miss that autumn very much.

Early one morning, as usual, I walked on the familiar road to school. As I walked, I suddenly had a fragrance filling my nostrils, and when I looked up, the osmanthus trees on the side of the road were already full of flowers. They fell dotted among the branches, and from a distance, it seemed as if the stars in the sky had fallen to the earth.

Count the months, it's September, and it's autumn again. Back two years ago, we walked into the same school at the same time, smelling the same flowers. The difference is that at that time, we were just a group of newborn calves, and we stepped into the junior high school gate with a beautiful yearning for a new world.

That fall, we always thought that we had grown up and were no longer a childhood like elementary school students. So we always don't know how to pretend to understand some things. We also made a lot of jokes about it.

On that day, we came to this school for the first time, met our homeroom teacher for the first time, she introduced herself to us with a smile on her face, she told us that her surname was Zhang, and she was Gong Changzhang. She was joking with us as she spoke. On the way home that day, we all said that she was very good, she must be very gentle, but she was a little fatter.

But the next day we knew we were wrong. She opened the "words" ring in the first class she taught us. If someone takes a pen to take notes while she is talking about important knowledge, he will say:

Which dead pig is still waiting here to eat, why don't you hurry up and write. "And when we hear things like that, we laugh in class. But one day, because of me, the teacher, I didn't think it was funny.

I think that's an insult to people. I began to wonder how this teacher could be like this, how could he say that about his students. Then I didn't like this teacher more and more.

In the past two years, I have gradually understood that it is not an insult to us, it is an incentive for us at that time, if we don't want to be the "dead pig" in her mouth, then we have to pick up the pen in our hands to prove that we are not "dead pigs". The teacher just used such words to cultivate the habit of taking notes in class. After all, elementary school and junior high school are not the same.

In elementary school, you don't have to pay attention to notes, but you can't in junior high school. In junior high school, ignoring is your capital for revision.

This autumn, I have rarely heard the teacher use such words in class, and now the class is a little less noisy and more serious.

Walking on the way from school, there are still brilliant osmanthus flowers blooming next to me, and the air is filled with a strong fragrance of flowers, but the girl who is accompanied by the fragrance of flowers is more director than before and knows how to love.

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The tired bird that carried the slanting sun to its nest flipped its wings and dropped the slanting sun on the mountain, and the white reeds were also dyed by the afterglow of the cherry sun that night, and made up a momentary red imitation or face. The plain red of the frost, the sassiness of the wind, and the gradual sparseness of the leaves. It is a free and easy that does not need any embellishment and the arrogance of not caring about the prosperity of the world.

I always lie gently on the golden leaves, and I love the pleasant "rustle" of the wind as it caresses the leaves; I like to see the faint autumn light through the small holes in the leaves; I like to be covered by fallen leaves. At ease; I love the drunken red that wakes up from a dream. The most intriguing thing is the idle clouds in the autumn sky, so leisurely and quietly away from the earth.

There is no indifference to the joys and sorrows of the world.

The autumn evening breeze also becomes more affectionate. With the clear coolness, with the twilight dipping, is a very gorgeous and poignant beauty, "the sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk", this scene makes you want to leave a few lines of nostalgia for the tears of life, but you are deterred by the fading drunken red, and willing to condense the unrestrained emotions.

The autumn rain is also unique, it is not as continuous as the spring rain, the summer rain is warm, and the winter rain is natural. Qiu Yu seems to be like the woman who married and gave birth to children, more dignified and quiet. The sky is high and the clouds are light, but the rain is shining; The fields are still, but the rain is pouring out.

Suddenly, you will have a long-term affection. It is like silver-gray sticky spider silk, woven into a soft web, netting the whole autumn world. The prosperity of the past midsummer has now become a relic, and it is like a relic of preparation, shrinking in the sound of the rain, reminiscing about the glorious past.

When I first woke up from a dream, a plain red maple leaf woke me up. It is still the golden fallen leaves all over the ground, it is still the leisurely idle clouds, and it is still the affectionate autumn wind. The difference is that this red adds a few years of immersion ......