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Suddenly, the deciduous season...


It may be because of the school all summer, and there is no feeling that "the fall is coming suddenly." Only one day, Guangyulan dropped the leaves, and the golden one was round, so it fell without any trace. The original end can be so perfect. The wind blows the front of the forehead to the back, and can't help but stand the collar. Suddenly, the time is as light as water.
Autumn is my sensitive season, and in this hundred days, I suddenly become sad. Withered, harvested, two opposite words, but at the same time this season. In the midst of this ignorance, I went to the third day. Yesterday passed by the school gate. There was a boy who didn't see the snickering of the female classmate on the side. When he walked over, we joked that his 1.80 man was too tall, and everyone's joys and sorrows swept away from the bottom of his eyes. So I think, the face that is familiar and unspeakable on campus disappears a few, isn't there anyone who cares too much? And am I one of those few? Thinking, my heart is a bit heavy.
A ray of sunshine sprinkled gently, bypassing the hair, eyes, nose, fingers. The sunshine after the autumn is really not glaring, but it gives me a feeling of sleeping in the cotton wool, which is pleasant and real. This last year, the inciting years have come to the season of packing, and an invisible force has pushed me forward, persistent and firm. Looking at the distance from the dream is getting closer and closer, all I can do is work hard, because it is time to earnestly fulfill my promise. Looking at the end step by step, there is not much excitement, only a faint mood.
I suddenly went to the third day. C gave me the message book in advance, saying that if I waited until the day of graduation, I must be too busy, so write it now. I thought about it for a long time, or didn't leave anything. I said, grab a bird sound for you, listen carefully! Yes, I don't have time to cut my melancholy, and I don't want to hold it like a kite. I don't dare to let it go. Xiaosi said: "Youth is a bright sorrow." Yes, sentimentality may be a unique landscape of this age. You don’t have to worry about it, it’s natural. This season we still have a lot to do, struggle, struggle, and have no time to pay attention to the mouth or up, or down.
I used to be like a little snail. I walked aimlessly on the road, full of confusion, I don’t know what the road ahead, and I walked out of the hard shell. The world outside is really wonderful. Don't worry about the chill, decadence, and withering of autumn, don't forget, this is a harvest season. Looking at the compatriots who are sweating for their fate, I can't help but shout out loudly: "Come on, work together, let us fight for our dreams, and prove the value of our lives!"
I suddenly went to the third day, "Is this true?", after a number of counter-questions, I drew a full stop. At this moment, I don't hesitate anymore, step by step and be firm. The days are like a page of essays deeply immersed in the sun, poetic and wise, full of our joys, sorrows and sorrows; in the years of sorrow, there are traces of our struggles, such as flowing clouds; the so-called clouds are the subject of the classroom. More distant thoughts, the so-called flowing water, is the laughter that fell into the ground for a joke in the corridor. Really, they are all prose of youth.
"Occasion", the leaves of Guangyulan split into a few petals under the feet. I took the glass bottle that had been loaded with lavender paper cranes in my hand, and emptied the fairy tale of childhood, and used it to fill the sunshine of this season. Carefully held in my hand, I have already quietly threw it into my heart, because I have to tell myself that the fall of this year is not alone, at least, with the most beautiful sunshine.

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