My memory of autumn

If there is a season that reminds me of the past, it must be autumn;
Suppose there is a season that will make me cry, maybe it will be autumn;
I believe that one season will make me look forward to the future, I hope it is a fall.
I don't know how to appreciate autumn, so I don't love autumn. I love to write about autumn, just because I miss the autumn.
The most memorable is a certain year. Because of the carefreeness, the air at that time was naturally fresh. Every day, I sit quietly on the bench in front of the door, thinking about when to stand in the clouds to see the world, and when this is the arrival of parents.
Maybe in the country, a place where people can break their minds. I look at my grandfather's work in the fields every day, in the hive, and beekeeping. So I began to look forward to the fall, dreaming of the harvest season.
Grandma is afraid of my loneliness and leads me to find the place where the children play. I met Susan, who is three years older than me and is the first partner I met in the country. Every day, I take the trouble to find her to play and play some fun things. Fire was my favorite play at the time.
Use four bricks to form a square. Go find some hay and make a mess. Susan went to buy a box of matches, and the work of igniting naturally happened by me. One end of the gunpowder's gunpowder crossed the paper on the matchbox. I lit the little bonfire and threw it into the hay. The moment the grass was lit made me the most exciting time. I fell in love with this feeling. Also fell in love with Susan.
Autumn harvest, grandparents are more busy than ever, and I and Susan one bench, resting on the edge of the field, sitting on it. Holding orange peel in his hand, eating flesh in his mouth, looking at the field, the grandfather's harvest. In this way, it will drop to dusk. Just the next day, I returned to Shanghai...
In my memory, there is no second such fall. Susan is rarely seen. I still miss that fall so far. I really hope that in the future, I can sit on the edge of the field with Susan to eat oranges and talk and laugh together.
Because of my nostalgia for the fall, I think, I will fall in love with the fall.