People often say: "a rain of a cold", accompanied by crisp school bell clouds is more and more deep, press the person breathe to, a sudden wind hit. In an instant, whip like rain poured down and under.
I stood on the balcony, looking out at the sheeting rain, some at a loss, in I turned to leave when the street lights lit, in the night, a tree of golden brilliant into my sight, it is so bright; so bright, that moment, I stay, watching the fairy tale of the golden tree, rushing quivered leaves, I suddenly have a kind of impulse to teaI always thought that autumn, leaves, only represents the desolate and the vicissitudes of life; die and desolate; exhausted and helpless. Today, this bright suddenly gave me a strong feeling. I drunk in her elegant, refined; I'm addicted to the luxury of autumn.
Every day in the future, I will leave a little time for the tree, regardless of how the weather, the weather, I will be with it to&nbs