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Another autumn wind is cool, and also a season of autumn leaves are yellow.
To be honest, I don’t like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves at this moment. Such a scene shows helplessness. The leaves have no charm of the previous few days, lost the enchantment of heavy makeup, and gradually become withered and fall with the wind. I feel reluctant and reluctant, and enter the soil with sorrow, turning into nutrients, nourishing the big tree. In this winter, without the contrast of leaves, the big tree still stands tall and upright. Waiting for the lush branches and leaves to come to the next year is the big tree’s love for the new and tired of the old? Or is the ruthlessness of the season? It should be the metabolism of nature.
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Autumn is over, the leaves are gradually falling, the flowers are dead, and winter is coming.
One day, one month, one season, time passes so fast, do what you should do every day, busy, bit by bit, day after day; tomorrow and tomorrow, day after day, day after day, still repeating joy, anger, sorrow and happiness as usual; the four seasons of the year are so short, in the blink of an eye, the winter cold is coming.
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There is no sunshine when the autumn morning rises, and the weather is cold and the clothes fall yellow.
The four seasons change, autumn goes and winter comes, and the seasons change in the busyness. In a few days, autumn will come to an end. This autumn is beautiful. Although it makes the red and yellow leaves fall into loneliness and withering, it has changed my past thoughts and turned into an unparalleled and brilliant autumn, and has nostalgia and expectations.
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I once told myself that if I see a leaf blowing on my body on the road, in the park, or in the square, I must embrace it in my arms, because it once brought me beauty, charm, and brilliance. Although it has withered and yellow, it contains purity. It represents leaving, but it will be reborn, soothing and comforting.
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Autumn goes and winter comes, time changes, time flies, good times are hard to come by, cherish every moment. The days are like flowing water, and the autumn leaves have just fallen, and winter is coming. Once you turn around, autumn has become a story, and when you look back, winter is near, I silently said in my heart, Hello, winter, goodbye to autumn.
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