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The sky is clear and dignified, and the long-lost sunset gives me the long-lost warmth. In the sky, there are a few idle clouds floating freely, just like my wandering mood. This city likes wind very much, and it is no exception in sunny weather. The gentle wind lifted my short hair and frowned my mood. Sitting alone on the bench in the park is indeed a kind of beauty in such a winter, just like being in a bleak picture. If there is a photographer who can freeze the picture at this moment, he will certainly wash it into black and white dyed base. People are all afraid of the cold. Even if it is still a warm dusk, there are only a few people wandering in the Park, who seem to be looking for the breath of residual autumn, and the noise of the past is missing in the park. The leaves fell to the ground again, which was so pitiful. I often stared at a leaf leaving the branch blankly, struggling in the wind, and then slowly played a sadness of parting with the sound of landing, I am worried about my young heart. In such an environment, there is inevitably some heart injury, for the leaves, for the fleeting time, for the coming cold winter. I am not as sentimental as daiyu, but just thinking for a while alone. Later, I will continue my life journey: eating, studying, sleeping alone against the sunset, I can have a lot of reverie, enjoying the dusk can expel many sufferings and sorrows. In such a quiet and beautiful atmosphere, you can better interpret yourself and think about life by keeping your inner loneliness alone and listening to your heartbeat. Looking at the four corners of the sky, a leisurely cloud walked leisurely, like a slowly flowing time. I want to be a cloud, which can be leisurely and at ease, but then I don’t want to be a cloud, because its life is short and easy to die, and finally it just turns into rain and falls into the world, although life is short, thankfully, it is much longer than the cloud. Looking at the fallen leaves all over the floor, I think, is life like this leaf? The breeze blows the leaves, driving them far away, like the distant waves. My thoughts also went away with the leaves. The leaves disappeared from sight. I still kept some inexplicable sadness alone. Why should I be sad? Why do you want to feel hurt? I can’t help thinking of what the editor of the newspaper office said to me in the morning: Your articles are beautiful, but they are all very sad, which give people a sense of sadness and are not suitable for college students to read. Why do I unconsciously inject sadness into my pen? I don’t even know myself. Do I need to record the details of my life with words in the future? Keep anything straight. How many times have I been wandering on the path of the campus, how many times have I been confused under the dark clouds, and some dusty memories, like the smoke of the past, have touched my heart strings, what time can remember is not the still scenery, so I have to learn to say goodbye. I left the park and set foot on the road back to school. From time to time, the tranquil beauty of leaves emerges in my mind. I feel sad, accompany the sunset until the other side of the mountain

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