A rain in September made the northern town feel more chilly.
I sat at the window listening to the rain. Patter, it is still like the old sound. Drop by drop, string into beautiful beads, and then a broken. Then, the gray concrete wall will be wet. It doesn't stop. It goes on.
When I want to go, he is still floating sporadically, but much smaller.
The asphalt road is wet because of it. When I look down, he looks like a mirror. My appearance, the trees behind me, are clearly visible. I remember, not long ago, I saw it the same way. But compared with that time, I didn't change much, just the trees behind me changed from dark green to brown. Autumn, on such a little bit of coverage of my line of sight, I can hardly even see the shadow of summer.
The story is at the end of the season.
The gorgeous colors are also hidden in the wardrobe. Always have a little elegant feeling, to be able to meet the temperament of this season. Looking at the Wutong on the roadside, I suddenly found that I saw green yesterday when I saw him. But today, the crown has turned dark brown. It suddenly occurred to me that September was coming to the end. It seems a little sudden.
But think about it, my friends have changed again.
Youth began to move from the disorderly prelude to the orderly main song.
Unfortunately, I did not smell the so-called "smoke filled" smell. But the teacher's every word reminds me that we are experiencing the entrance examination. Perhaps it is the tense atmosphere has not brewed out the reason, I did not really feel that the teacher said is true.
For the utopia that I yearn for, and desperate struggle.