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In a small town near the sea, the warm wind is slow, the sun is warm, the green Woods are swaying with the wind, the edges of the leaves reflect faint golden light, and thousands of fragments are swaying like a string of dancing gold threads. The white clouds in the sky flow slowly, and from time to time several birds fly together, crossing the tangled wires in the air and throwing them into the distance, breaking the tranquility of the summer sky.

Summer mornings always light up quickly, even in late summer. The street is littered with broken leaves falling quietly at midnight, and sanitation workers with long brooms are waiting to come. Six o'clock seems to be the boundary from light to dark in the sky, and there is no obvious gradual change process, just like magic. The dark sky before six o'clock turned into a bright curtain after six o'clock on time. The summer in Haishan City is like this, as if it had been agreed by two naughty gods in charge of time and space. In this weather-beaten town that has never appeared in history, there is a silent play that has quietly changed the Millennium.

Some people say that the sunshine in summer makes you only remember the blue sky and white clouds flowing quietly all day, but you can't remember the appearance of the sunshine, only remember the warm fragrance of the quilt after drying. However, the autumn sunshine, like gold, fills every dusk when the grass grows and the warbler flies. Autumn sunshine seems to have a magic power, which makes people feel sad in the spring and autumn in this not cold season. Is the golden color reminiscent of the famous saying that "a thousand dollars can't buy an inch of time", or is it an animal born so emotional?

The feeling of summer is hot, noisy and passionate, and the feeling of autumn is that the whole world is declining in the grandeur, the leaves are green and withered, the long river recedes into a stream, the walls of the ancient city are mottled, and insects crawl lazily. ...

On Sunday, there was no wind, and the clouds hung endlessly in the sky, like a big net made of cotton candy. Dark clouds in the southeast sky began to gather, and there was no weather with slightly lower sunshine and cool wind.

White clouds are floating slowly in the sky, big and big, just like huge palaces stacked on top of each other. The sunlight traveling through the clouds can't wait to pass through the forest and cast a beam on the central street. Among them, the floating dust reflects the faint glow in the air, as if waiting for a legend that has not yet begun but has already begun, which makes people feel as if they were caught in those long and painful good times in Miyazaki Hayao's animation.

This is a street full of leaves all the year round, but it is extremely clean. Every time he sets foot here, he will always see the flying leaves falling inadvertently, one by one, slowly like a picture that has been still for thousands of years, hiding many unspeakable endings and beginnings, so that people can't hear its story, but they can feel that strange and inexplicable sadness.

When he came out of the classroom, he only saw the light flocs flying all over the sky in the sun. White feathers came from nowhere and fell slowly, like the lightest dust in the world, drifting to the so-called horizon in a leisurely and quiet wind.

It's still quiet here. Through the dense but not compact hazel trees, you can see all kinds of exquisite shops and shops on the main road. Cars passing by on the road, insects crawling quietly on the edge of the grass, girls with sweet expressions sitting behind boys' bicycles, and figures swinging back and forth on the swing in the distance all make this small town seem to be covered with a layer of pale yellow brilliance, filled with the taste of happiness.

It seems that the night will be wrapped in the faint coolness of autumn, and the airflow will also be affected by the sudden drop of the earth's temperature difference, and the breeze that can only lift the fine hair of the skin will blow. In the distance, some dim street lamps look like coke penetrated by light, scattering some light blue gray and black.

He is on the balcony, looking at the night view as far as possible. I don't know when I climbed the wisteria on the wall again. These tenacious creatures, wriggling around and groping along the trunk, should see a nest of ants with clear division of labor, distributed in all directions in their own fields, and then dragging food back.

Clouds began to gather in the distant sky. I wonder how long it will take for the warm Pacific air broadcast in the weather forecast to reach Haishan City. The weather at that time should be like summer, warm without sadness and full of carefree smiles.

Two people are across the street. A boy looks at the girl opposite and tightens her breath. A girl looks down at her red shoes. The movement is slow and silent, the sun is a little dazzling, the wind flows like water, affecting the uncertain buttonwood, and the yellow leaf sea just burns in the line of sight. These are like the light and shadow from heaven, which makes the world stop the running of time and saves everything in the slightly white autumn and yellow picture.

Standing in front of her now, she is so perfect from any angle. Long black eyelashes can only be seen on the inflatable dolls sold on some bad websites. White and delicate skin seems to slide naturally in the next moment. If you can hold these hands, it will be a very happy thing for any boy.

The warm front from the distant Pacific Ocean landed in the whole seamount city at a very appropriate time. The color of autumn has almost faded, and white winter clothes are about to be put on every eye-catching landscape. In the morning, there seems to be a frost on the railing. Even the cat's voice that insists on calling for spring every day has changed from a long display error to a short continuous memory error. The warm air filled the whole sky here almost overnight, and it was as warm as spring.

It seems that the flowers on the roadside bloom instantly, the green grass grows rapidly, and the dead leaves on the ground are eroded on the wet ground. When the wind blows, you can smell the leaves turning into juice.

The clouds in the sky are rolling and the sun rises above the sea of clouds, covered with a layer of brilliant gold paint. A silvery white passenger plane shuttles through the ups and downs of clouds, with long wings like those of an archangel, and the fuselage is flowing with sunshine and a little white.

Sleeping every day prolongs silence and flowers; Sleep in every season when sad leaves are scattered; Sleeping in every era of returning and leaving; Sleeping in every year of death and resurrection. Sleeping in the dream of a group of people extending from low-lying areas, and in the legend of a city submerged in the torrent of time, Li Sansi looked up and some unknown rotten grass fell on his angular forehead. His eyes blinked subconsciously and opened again, glowing with strange light, like the first ray of morning light reflected by Pluto when it turned from a dark corner to light, with a little mysterious color.

So he really reached out and felt a faint scent in the air, just like the smell of Quetta Aceh, emitting the fragrance he smelled for the first time this autumn. No, the smell is so familiar, like the smell of first love, like vanilla crawling over hills in summer, and more like the smell of a cappuccino in front of him in a leisurely afternoon.

Time passed in such impetuous days, leaving a large number of egrets flying on the beach. Fish migrate with the Pacific monsoon. Glaciers piled up thousands of years ago began to crack a hole that indicates the past and the future. Some birds crossed the sky, some fish found the waterline and disappeared on the coast. There are people and vehicles rushing through the city in the same hurry, and there are clouds flying like blue cotton wool in the sky.