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? Extraction code: o3yt was lit by a maple leaf forest in autumn. My children and I studied in LAM Raymond Road at the foot of Yuelu Mountain for three years. I have been "on paper" many times and read Du Mu's "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, the frost leaves are red in February." But I never stopped to sit on the bench in the road and savor the charming mountain map drawn by Mr. Du. At that time, I stepped on the soft maple leaf with one foot deep and one foot shallow, hoping to shake off tomorrow's fallen leaves and sweep them away with a broom to make the road under my feet tough and clear. Reading maple leaves in Lin Qingxuan has a unique flavor. Not only good-looking, but also edible. Fresh maple leaves just picked, wrapped in egg white and flour, are fried in oil pan, which is called "foreign food" or "field is not spicy" food, and even bitter maple leaf tea can be cooked. I haven't tasted maple leaf cake and maple leaf tea so far. Fortunately, my son entered the medical school not far from LAM Raymond Road, and I had a chance to see another maple leaf, which changed from green to yellow and from yellow to red quietly. Frogs are also poetic. "It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond." Zhao Shixiu, a poet in Song Dynasty, made an appointment with a friend, but he didn't want to be stood up until midnight. This is a very sad thing, but the poet found pleasure in this frog sound and realized a different kind of love. Isn't this attitude towards life worth learning? It went out again last night. I watched it from a distance. As he walked, he called for his friend. I made a few phone calls and heard a response. Looking for the sound, a black cat ran towards it. The yellow cat flew over to meet him. The two met and kissed. The yellow cat jumped away. After a pause, the black cat jumped on the yellow cat, and the yellow cat dodged. So repeatedly. The scene behind, the sky is dark, hazy, can't see clearly. In June, between the wheat fields, a winding stream slowly flowed into the field, and my eldest brother and I patrolled along the canal again and again with shovels. The canal drilled by the winter snake leaks some water from time to time. The current is so small that I can turn a blind eye. If the water is getting bigger and bigger and washes away a lot of soil, I will dig some soil with a shovel to find the source of the water leakage and plug it up. In my spare time, I sit by the canal, put my feet in the cool stream, scoop up a handful of wheat ears full of pulp and rub them with my hands. Green wheat grains give off fragrance and are also delicious. The winding stream, pulling my dream slender, drifted so far along the stream that I forgot the way back to my hometown.