autumn

The autumn wind, like a knife, slams and slams, picks up the dust of the sky, and is enchanted. On the branches of the bleak and vigorous branches, there are some leaves that are half-baked, and they will struggle between the autumn winds, and they will fall quietly, like butterflies.

It is said that autumn is a season of sadness, and it is said that autumn is a time of separation.

I walked in the mountains and in the mountains, the autumn wind dyed every leaf red, and seemed to be burning with vitality, hunting and dancing in the lonely wind, and praising the pride of life.

I took one piece, dried it, and caught it in the book.

On the way down the mountain, I was quite a bit confused. I wonder if I can test this exam. Although it is only a monthly exam, it is regarded as an assessment before the midterm exam. Since I was in the sixth grade, I have never been in the top ten of the grade. Every day I face the sigh of the teacher, the disappointment of my parents, and the repeated attempts of confidence have finally yielded a cold failure.

Going home, turning on the computer and turning the sound to the maximum, I throw the workbook and the book aside.

I don't want to learn anything anymore, and I don't want to fight any more.

Every time I work hard, except for the sadness of one hand, what am I left?

Nothing, nothing, just like this, struggling to be at the forefront of the grade, it seems that hard work is endless. However, I am not a genius. I can't achieve the results that satisfy everyone.

The damp and cool wind blew in, and the book spread on the table was blown up several pages, and the papers shook each other with a crisp sound.

The flaming maple leaf, fluttering freely from the shackles of the book, flutters in the room lightly. The traces of its movement are not fast, extremely soothing and extremely firm. It is clear that life has been separated from the trees on which it depends. However, the fiery red heat has not weakened as life has passed.

Unconsciously, my attention has been completely attracted by the flying maple leaves, and I have forgotten to leave the seat and chase in the room.

Sixth grade: Yan Lei