That autumn wind

The autumn wind was blowing in the face, and people knew that it was time to add clothes. Looking at the leaves on the sidewalks of the roads, the leaves gradually lost their brilliance, and I couldn't help but recall the fall of last year. The memory did not fade with the fading of the green leaves, but was deeply imprinted in the depths of the heart.

In the fall of last year, along with the autumn wind, I came to the new school. The golden leaves covered the ground, and the trees on both sides of the school road were also dejected, as if I didn't welcome my new arrival. A cold autumn wind blew in and blew into the heart that had never been wrapped up. The first lesson did not make me feel the friendship of my classmates.

The teacher shouted me to the podium, one hand on my shoulder and said, "This is a new classmate in our class. Everyone welcomes!" I subconsciously raised my mouth, smiled and introduced myself to my classmates. What can be exchanged is the disdain of the students, and some of the students who are doing homework continue to work hard; the students in the back row are lazily leaning against the wall, their eyes sweeping toward the podium, and they are shriveling backwards. I was shrinking; several of my classmates looked out the window as if there were more beautiful scenery there. I went back to the table, surrounded by unfamiliar school uniforms. I suddenly felt like being surrounded by a group of soldiers, blocking thoughts and not moving. The autumn wind outside the window was also screaming, standing on the side watching this farce.

The next day, there were a few pieces of yellow leaves on the ground. No one cleaned it and let it drift with the wind. The new homework arrived, and the class began to send homework. The leader of the team issued it in an orderly manner. When I came to me, I lost it. The homework fell to the ground, and it seemed to have my heart. The wind outside the window blew in, and picked up the cover of the book. The pages of the white flowers reflected my eyes, but I felt a little dazed and helpless. The heart was indignant, and the trembling hand was unable to pick up this heavy book. I seem to have fallen into an indifferent downtown. People around me are talking and laughing. I am walking alone in the wind. The people around me turn a blind eye and continue to play in pairs.

I came to the playground against the autumn wind. The wind and the sands that fell on the ground, the sand and the stones all drifted in the direction of the wind. It was so neat, it was so relaxed, only one heavy, falling. It doesn't move in place, maybe it's different, maybe it's persistence! What I immediately saw was that the sand that fluttered in the wind fell into the manhole, but it stood proudly on the ground. The wind is weak. Maybe it's different to be discriminated against. Maybe it's so painful to hold on to it, but I believe that one day, I will let others see a proud person.

The autumn wind blew again, blowing down the leaves, blowing away the sand and stones, blowing sadness, blowing helplessness, and blowing strong.

First day: Zhang Xiaxia