"Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say that autumn is better than spring." The tip of the pen made the last rustle with the white paper, and Jiang Yuan stopped writing.
????? The classroom was still warm and bright, Jiang Yuan looked along with the light. She saw at the other end of the playground, trees were covered with fruits, rows of ginkgo trees were glowing yellow, and there seemed to be wild geese flying south in the sky. The boy seems to be still standing under the tree, adjusting the collar of his school uniform. He seems to have grown a little taller...
????? "Autumn is here," Jiang Yuan said softly.
Intention: It's another year when the ginkgo trees are falling. I write this article to recall the autumn in my heart.