Early autumn, the beautiful season, the harvest season, the golden season, carries the dream season. A gust of autumn wind blows, the farmland emits the smell of wheat, the sweet smell of melon and fruit, and the fragrance of flower field. While I sit by the rice field and observe in silence
You see that piece of happy corn, a wave of rolling rice flowers to us, a high smiling face sunflower, so yearning, so beautiful. From time to time, there are several rabbits shuttling back and forth. Looking at the bowed ears of grain, I don‘t know whether it is to thank the spring drizzle, the summer sunshine, or to keep warm and devout prayer. The autumn wind takes away the heat of summer, but ushers in the cool autumn wind, removing the anger of midsummer, waving refreshing cool, which makes people linger and forget to go back, and stay in the abandoned bed. On the shady path, on the dark bench, lonely I sat on it, and continued to usher in a few pairs of green crazy men and women, or frolic, or walk hand in hand, or low hum Youqu, or gaze pass eyes. The wind is clear and the air is cool, ushering in the early autumn full of love.
But my mood is full of thoughts, heart or bitter or sweet, autumn wind blowing me from a distant place to a strange high school, I yearn for high school life is about to come, I do not stop retreat, is not ready? Or did it happen too fast? On the one hand, I was still in the dream of high school life, but the next second I had come to school and get along with my classmates day and night. On the one hand, my heart was full of melancholy. On the one hand, it was the pressure of the new school, the difficulties of getting along with the students, and the strangeness of getting along with the teacher. Falling leaves all over the sky, falling my infinite melancholy and helpless, these melancholy into my power, to meet more difficult challenges, to challenge more excellent self. “I say autumn is better than spring.” this is a “positive autumn”.
Cool breeze, years such as water, thousands of turns, never look back. Far away youth, far away to the spring flowers and Autumn Moon, can not go far to the harvest of the golden autumn. Let’s take advantage of the sunset, sweat for ink, to describe the pastoral autumn rhyme, to describe the golden autumn.
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