but still somewhat different. Where is it? The wind is still whispering, sighing sound of running between the veins. Ma On Shan Road Indus foot fall leaves on the tree, you will feel sad passing away is not life, but a little sad at parting good-bye also desire an appointment, a surge of gentle and lingering along the way soon as flows into the blood vessels Wow, heart, Then tears overflow. Because to understand, so moved. Sanitation workers are the least poetic broom, though he bring creativity into the action like a splash-ink, but it made a rubber, will ink Danqing were all erased. However, if not sweep, he was run over by cars roar of those delicate leaves no one to depend, its shape will suffer, and their feelings bitter. Of modern civilization is zoned blunt pain of simple, innocent and natural. If the sweep does not come clean.
Where is not the same? Days are still lofty, migratory birds in the clouds linger, not to tear themselves away, is that too many letters, too many miss bending of the feathers, pulling pain of the call and why they Aihong blowing everybody\'s reveries. Was a child, watch the sunset like the climb up the hillside, spring sunset sunset will always burn out. Next there will be groups of Xiaoque Hula啦and go home. Summer sunset martyrs of character, must come down, and would still eye-catching. The birds were also not scared to go home while hot, always go hand in hand until after the sun fall for slugging a homing. Autumn Sunset face some pale, and have a 3 o\'clock in the direction of the faint twilight. Geese are usually in slow motion this time flying over to the Sunset for hanging a willow eyebrows, gentle woman inside was like and Song dynasties, people thinner than the yellow.
autumn, the autumn cool. As in previous years wash summer clothing, into the boxes; drying winter quilt, bed. As in previous years to the family Tim clothes; As in previous years the evening to put a child\'s blanket electric burn; As in previous years wearing a windbreaker, riding the boots to step on the Ma On Shan Road, fallen leaves, hypocritical one back.
However, in the end what is not the same? Is in the wind years old and had a ring? I have more hair between the autumn sun in the cool? Is filling my life again for a year? No, no. Some sense gone with the wind, is that some childhood dreams shattered when focused. Life gave me a new position, that I gave life new meaning. What is the meaning? Er Shi 10 square immeasurable world, can not be said, can not be said. In fact, not can not say that it is nothing to say.
季节的更替就象是故事情节的起笔和收笔，而秋天就是故事里最跌宕的段落，可以落墨那么丰富的色彩，那么复杂的情绪。2009年的秋天和过去的那些秋天没什么不同，一样的“碧云天，黄叶地，秋色连波，波上寒烟翠”。一样的清冷的早晨和夜晚，一样的在天高云淡下漾出来点点的惆怅。
但是还是有点不一样。哪里呢？风依然飒飒，叹息声在叶脉间奔走。脚落在马鞍山路梧桐树的落叶上，你会感觉到不是生命逝去的伤感，而是离别的依依不舍还有预约再见的渴望，一股温柔缠绵顺着血管哗地一声流进心脏，于是有泪溢出。因为懂得，所以感动。环卫工人的扫帚是最没有诗意的了，虽然挥洒的动作象是泼墨，但却做了橡皮，将水墨丹青统统擦去。不过若不扫去，任汽车呼啸碾过那些柔弱无依的落叶，其状惨，其情苦。现代文明的生硬划疼了自然的朴拙。不若扫去来得干净。
哪里不一样呢？天依然高远，候鸟在云端流连，不是不忍离去，是太多的书信，太多的挂念压弯了羽毛，拉疼了鸣叫，所以才会哀鸿阵阵，惹人遐思。小时候，喜欢爬到山坡上看落日，春天的落日总会烧出晚霞。旁边会有小雀呼啦啦一群群地回家。夏天的落日有烈士的性格，都要下山了，也依然夺目。吓得鸟儿们也不敢趁热回家，总是太阳落尽之后才结伴吵嚷着归巢。秋天的落日脸色有些惨白，过了三点的方向就暮色隐隐了。大雁们这个时候一般会慢镜头飞过，给夕阳悬一片柳叶作眉，温婉得一如宋词里的女子，人比黄花瘦。
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秋风起，秋意凉。如往年一样洗夏衣，入箱；晒冬被，铺床。如往年一样给家人添衣；如往年一样晚上给孩子的被窝里放了电热煲；如往年一样穿了风衣，踏了短靴，去马鞍山路踩落叶，矫情一回。
可是，到底是什么不一样呢？是岁月在风里又老了一道年轮？是我的发间多了秋阳的冷静？是我的生活又充盈了一年？不是，不是。是有些感觉随风而逝，是有些孩提时候就专注的梦想破灭。是生活给了我新的定位，是我给了生活新的含义。含义是什么？尔时十方无量世界，不可说，不可说。其实不是不可说，是无话可说。