Peopleoftensay:"arainofacold",accompaniedbycrispschoolbellcloudsismoreandmoredeep,pressthepersonbreatheto,asuddenwindhit.Inaninstant,whiplikerainpoureddownandunder.
Istoodonthebalcony,lookingoutatthesheetingrain,someataloss,inIturnedtoleavewhenthestreetlightslit,inthenight,atreeofgoldenbrilliantintomysight,itissobright;sobright,thatmoment,Istay,watchingthefairytaleofthegoldentree,rushingquiveredleaves,IsuddenlyhaveakindofimpulsetoteaIalwaysthoughtthatautumn,leaves,onlyrepresentsthedesolateandthevicissitudesoflife;dieanddesolate;exhaustedandhelpless.Today,thisbrightsuddenlygavemeastrongfeeling.Idrunkinherelegant,refined;I'maddictedtotheluxuryofautumn.
Everydayinthefuture,Iwillleavealittletimeforthetree,regardlessofhowtheweather,theweather,Iwillbewithittoaheart,untiloneday,Isawamiddle-agedmanwearingblueclotheswithapairofscissorsinthetree,Iwillgooverandasked:"whatareyoudoing,youcannotbewasted.Atreeandaman,dedicatedalmoststubbornlystationinthere,withafullbranchofgolden,stronginthewindstand.Wind,showers,snowstorm,exposure,theywiththeirshareofthepersistentwedisplaythebrillianceoflife.Oftenso,myheartwillhaveasurgeofheatflowingthrough.
六年级:王新迪
