Autumn wind

The wind was blowing, the branches outside the window swayed, and the leaves creaked. The windows seem reluctant to blow the wind, constantly making a "jingle" sound as a protest against the wind. The night lost the silence of the past, and my dream was interrupted by the sound of the rain.

"Slow down" I thought of it here, I felt a chill, and I couldn’t help but subconsciously wrapped up the quilt.

A night of whistling, I saw the road in the early morning, there were very few pedestrians, only the office workers, holding the slanting umbrellas blown by the wind, stepping on the fallen leaves. Walking in a hurry.

That is the rush, familiar walk I used to be familiar with.

The trees on both sides of the road once had a splendid geometry, and the north wind was pitiful overnight, and it shivered in the cold wind. The withered yellow leaves danced with the wind. The tree is telling the ruthless bleakness of the annual ring with its desolateness~~ I finally realized: "If the day is willing to give me "hurry", I will cherish every rush without regrets, cherish every haste. The footsteps."

The wind seems to understand my heart, it is finally quiet.

It sprouted in the spring, the summer was flourishing, the autumn was withering, and the leaves that were buried in the mud in winter seemed to understand my heart. It told me with deep affection: "Don’t be sad for me, life will continue. I can return to the roots of my heart, because my life process is a wonderful process."

I praise the calmness of the leaves and the dedication of the former servants, and I feel that I have realized the true meaning of life in the sadness of the late autumn. I feel that the stiff and slow pace seems to be energetic again. I believe that although the sky in late autumn is not clear and blue. But the sun in late autumn will make people warm and make people fall in love.

Sixth grade: Yao Zhiteng