Tomorrow will be near the sea.

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autumn

The hot summer was blown away by the bleak autumn wind, and my hometown turned from green to yellow, from noise to desolation.

Avoid the noisy crowd and stroll in the mountains in the south of the village. The leaves of the bush have turned yellow. A gust of autumn wind blew, and Yuan Ye turned over twice, and then broke away from the branches, like a kite with a broken line, floating in the wind. Then, it rushed to the ground and formed a thin layer on the ground. The pines and cypresses are getting thinner and thinner, shaking their heads in the wind and sighing helplessly in their throats. The leaves sang elegies and waves, which caused the valley to sing. It is the season of "South Africa's blue sky, yellow sky and autumn geese, late arrival and drunk frost forest".

Choose a rock with a wide field of vision and a sunny lee, and sit down and look at your hometown in autumn: the gray-black road at the foot of the mountain is getting darker and wider, like a gray-black python in a ravine, winding forward and reaching far away; The passing vehicles lost their vitality and walked slowly all the way. Pedestrians also lost their former chic and stared at the arrival of winter. There is a cornfield ahead, and the corn cob has already been recovered, leaving only the withered corn stalk standing on the vast Yuan Ye, like a dejected prisoner, without spirit and vitality. Corn leaves are everywhere, the wind blows all over the sky, leaves die in the air, and autumn is empty; Located in the middle of the ground is a quiet house. No fireworks, no chickens, no dogs, some desolate, some lonely.

Qiushui walks around the village and takes the ancient road. Now, the river rises and falls, and excellent people exist in name only. The river here is the river behind the village, but it is not the water in Tianjin at this time. I don't know when it became turbid, and I can't wash away the ups and downs here.

The river is Huangshan, and the rocks fluctuate gently. The grandeur of this mountain is masked by thatch. The whole hillside looks hairy and the wind blows. The hay on the whole slope swayed with the wind, whistling at 55, as if calling Ma Quanjun to contend with the autumn wind.

It is surrounded by water on three sides and mountains on one side. And one person guarding the place where thousands of households can't open the door, making use of the geographical position to create a generation of chivalrous men, offering sacrifices to Guo Cheng's unique city forest from a distance, pressing 36 plugs, setting up a ring set, and the iron horse galloping in the mountains, what prestige and pride it is, and then, wasn't it also killed by the Qing soldiers who stepped on the golden dart in the mountain city? The hero's westward journey is unbearable and only adds to his sorrow.

A cool breeze blew and took back my wandering thoughts. Anyway, I will go back.