Autumn leaves fall and spring flowers bloom.
There is a gentle drizzle in the gloomy world. Walking on the school road paved with red kapok, I feel the joy and sorrow of the world.
I picked up a newly fallen kapok and looked at the rain and dew on the fiery red petals, and I was lost in thought for a while. The flower can be so beautiful, it must be proud of it. Your life is short but beautiful.
I thought of myself, everything in the past, and almost forgot everything around me...
Suddenly you ask me: "What are you thinking about?"
I smiled slightly, "Memories belong only to me."
You touched my head and walked in front of me holding an umbrella. At this time, your voice came from your back, "Whether I walk in front of you or behind you, whether you speak or not, I am by your side at this moment."