The golden leaves left the treetops, flying in the air like butterflies, and finally landed quietly on the ground in a gentle arc. Pieces of golden color have made the most beautiful embellishment for the cold and lonely streets, and gradually, the charm of autumn has become stronger. Autumn is coming again.

When the maple leaves are red, it is the Double Ninth Festival. I set foot on the road of my hometown. The muddy road of the past. It is still very cordial, and the scenery along the road remains the same. I just feel more sad. Because what you see makes people think, and things are wrong. Yes, the Double Ninth Festival inevitably reminds people of past people, past events and everything.

It is even harder to avoid hurting people. Inadvertently, I remembered my late dear grandpa. Grandpa's laughter and laughter reappeared in my mind, which made my thoughts about him stronger in the autumn wind.

Now, on the Double Ninth Festival, I stand on the path of the past, learning the autumn wind, mixed with thoughts and blowing them. Throughout the ages, people like sad autumn. It's the Double Ninth Festival again, and I finally understand where this "sadness" comes from. "If you know where your brother is climbing, there will be one person missing from the dogwood."

At the moment, I chew the charm of this poem repeatedly, savoring the heavy thoughts contained in "One Man Less", including the helplessness of reality and the recollection of the past. In this blurred autumn color, I tried to find the precious picture of yesterday's scene. Unconsciously, the sun has slipped into the mountains, like a yellow pomegranate.

"to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night", I said to myself, and then set foot on the road home …

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