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Autumn in my eyes


Autumn is finally coming, blowing a refreshing autumn wind, ah, this is a wonderful feeling.

Looking at the leaves falling from the tree, the fine texture, the slightly vicissitudes of ancient yellow; gently touch, the strange feeling spread like this, this is life. The leaves sprout from the tree to the dead, as if each leaf has its own unique meaning. Stroking the big tree; the skin that has gone through the years is slightly rough; the golden color seems to be full of this path. Walking on this familiar path is to interpret autumn with life.

Another gust of wind blew, "Shasha" was on my face, and there was a sting. My eyes suddenly have a little more crystal, and we have been studying at work for a long time. We have never calmed down to understand the meaning and value of life. We do not know that the magical work of nature is so touching. When we calm down and use the body to perceive the world, we will realize that this is really a kind of enjoyment.

In the autumn night, there is a kind of indulgent beauty, and the moonlight once again shines in my room. The beauty of this time is already fixed in my heart, and it is fixed in my life. I never imagined that this natural beauty is separated from the noble and prosperous, only plain and elegant.

The writing has long been unable to express my love for him, love his deepness; love its elegance. This is the fall in my eyes!

Qingyihu Xiangyi Foreign Language School, Kaifu District, Changsha, Hunan Province: Zhu Liangduo

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