The footprints behind

Every day 2.1 line to and from work, simple boring lifestyle, let me forget life beautiful. Take the season for example! I have heard that autumn is coming, but everything around me has not changed much except adding some clothes. The heating in the city makes the steps of autumn look like old people who are late, and they can’t enter the gate of the city for a long time; Or the first-line life not only restricts our steps, but also fosters our sight; or is it a restless heart locked in the noisy city that has already forgotten how to feel everything around in detail; Or is it a persistent persistence, let’s focus on the place where we dream and forget the width of life. The day before yesterday afternoon, I finally found the footprints of the old man after an occasional passing. Carrying a bag alone, he hurried out of the House and prepared to go through the tree-lined path to the Teahouse for tea. He hurried forward without any passers-by or scenery along the road. Walking, I was shocked by the scene in front of me. Ten meters away from me, there was a layer of golden yellow on the shallow flowers and trees along the roadside and on the ground. I looked up and saw, only then did I find that the three ginkgo trees beside the road were shining yellow in the afterglow of the sunset, just like the Christmas tree was covered with glittering silver pieces. When the wind blew, the silver pieces were rustling and dancing, transformed into countless butterflies dancing lightly. Some naughty butterflies went down with the direction of autumn wind, with infinite charm, which made people think in the air. I was stunned for a moment, and slowed down my steps slightly for fear of disturbing the butterfly of the tree and the butterfly of the ground in front of me. They lay there, like a romantic poem, telling the story of gathering or parting quietly. A car galloped away hurriedly, waking up the butterflies all over the place. They turned in the wind, spinning, floating from flowers and trees to the ground, flying from the roadside to the center of the road, rising and falling with each other. Playing a string of notes full of autumn. I originally thought that leaves left the matrix after decline, and picked up a piece of them to show up. The leaves are not yellow, and the edge of the leaves is dyed with light green, which sets a skirt on the leaves. It was strange that after the leaves of other trees were ripe, Ai was reluctant to part with them and fell down, which made people feel sad. But you can see that the leaf pedicle of gingko is broken cleanly, with the size of the needle tip when it breaks. It is also fallen leaves, but the turn of gingko is so elegant, free and easy, Noble. Like a lover who broke up, he turned around with his side face, showing a beautiful radian in the air. The gorgeous turn gives people endless imagination and nostalgia. Standing on the pavement with fallen leaves dancing, I suddenly woke up. The footsteps of late autumn walked to the center of the city again, walking beside me. But I still fell in love with the story of that autumn, living in the ice of three feet. Late autumn has arrived, winter is approaching, will spring be far away? I strode forward, and the deep, shallow and crooked footprints behind me would eventually show the golden yellow of the man in the years.

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