One’s unaccustomed

The Autumn in My impression should be very slow and slow, but I left when I had no time to prepare. In the evening when it was going to be dark, my mood suddenly became chaotic. Four years ago and one year ago, I constantly had fierce conflicts, which disturbed memories, reality and life. When I arrived at the Park inexplicably, I found that I didn’t know when I had fallen leaves, telling the autumn. The scattered leaves hang bleak, singing Autumn on the ground will have a tune, isolated and harmonious. Time always passes very fast. The electro-optic Flint class roared by each other, and then brought us to the next page of the book. The familiar city suddenly became so strange and helpless. Then we slowly understand the world we are in, and then the hollow city begins to make noise. However, I can’t let go of the past autumn, the cities, the fallen leaves and the people. Running desperately, trying to run out of those lonely roads, the falling rain and the bleak forest were just in vain. Because they are cruel and endless. Gradually dark. The silent street lamp suddenly shed wigs of dim yellow and patted on the clothes. It seemed that there was a little warm feeling. The night slowly depicts the outline of all objects, with black and white photos covering every city, every street, Every corner. The cold building exudes a vague outline, which is also quiet. I don’t know when the moon suddenly appeared from the dome, floating in front of the window with elegant white light. This month, this day, this photo, I am not sure whether it is still in my memory, or it is just similar. At least, it’s still there. Oh, those autumn days have already been put into the grave. Maybe someone will pay tribute again. I don’t know. If you see the inscription, please tell me, I don’t know their inscription yet. After the morning, maybe, I will visit them and tell them my thoughts.

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