Rewrite autumn thinking

The autumn wind rustled, the leaves were yellow, the grass was dry, and the leaves on the big trees turned into thousands of butterflies fluttering down and down, and the new world of yellow and yellow was caught. The poet stood in the city of Luoyang, and the autumn wind suddenly burst into the air. The poet who was dreaming about the hometown stared at the blue sky and remembered the hometown. The heart could not help but burst into a burst of acidity: I have left my hometown for so long, how is my mother? Is your father's white hair a little more? Are the children ok? Are the younger brothers happy? These problems often make me worry.

I think: Or write a letter to your family first! See how the family is. I sat at the table, paddling the paper, and was preparing to write a letter to my parents. However, when I mentioned the pen, I didn’t know where to start. Suddenly, my father’s mother’s kind eyes appeared in my mind, chatting with my brother and sister. Happy scenes of playful play...Thinking, thinking, I can’t help but burst into tears. For a moment, the emotions in my heart are like springs, and all the thoughts of love are confided in the pen, and I’m pinned on this book, I While writing, while feeling, writing and reforming, changing and writing, the time passed quickly, one point, one second, one time... I spent a lot of time to finish writing, but I was worried that it was written too hurriedly. I didn't finish what I wanted to say, so when the person who sent the letter wanted to leave, I opened the sealed letter and checked it until I was sure that I had the envelope and handed it to the person who sent the letter.

The messenger took the letter and walked across the horse. He only heard a scream, "Drive -" and rode on the horse.

I stood in the same place, looking at the back of the messenger, without tears falling...

Fifth grade: Meng Hao