That year, I came to the new campus ignorantly and with a little shyness. Under the caress of the breeze, the leaves fell gently, dancing like butterflies. They flew in the air, like a beautiful ballet performed by nature for the world. The sun shone through the gaps in the leaves, spreading the ground into a mottled golden color. These fallen leaves seemed to be a gift from nature, bringing the change of seasons to people and adding warmth to the earth. Walking on the street, fallen leaves covered the road, making a rustling sound. People's footsteps stepped on the fallen leaves, making a sweet sound, as if it was autumn, playing the notes for them. The road they walked left a series of footprints of different shades, becoming the mark of the season. Although the falling leaves mean the departure of summer, they also represent a new beginning. Their withering has paved a layer of fertile soil for the earth, injecting hope for the growth of the coming year. Just like life, every ending heralds a new starting point. It was in the autumn that Ling Jiaqi met the one she loved.
Intention: Cherish the people in front of you