Autumn is not without its flowers, when the summer heat are degenerating and sun still high, the south wing of an office outside the windowsill in full bloom in Jiduo on a small white star-like jasmine. But no matter how you re-dedication star flowers, autumn\'s arrival could not stop the trend. Platanus dense canopy has been cross-out into a maximum, branch tips are still hanging touch of yellow, withered leaves had been as dry as butterflies in the build-up in the foliage. A friend told me that neither cold nor hot dry season most people love, I nodded acquiescence.
The northern drier summer and fall to the temperature dropped back down to rely on rain. Choice often come in the night, only a small array, the withdrawal of the morning, leaving only a few pieces broken leaves, and a half tank of cold water, as well as sky-line clouds. A few days ago to Xili town record-breaking five days of cotton silk, Austin Song Shu-tung be washed out really bare skin, ink stained dark like a gray sky. Stays alone, walk slowly on a parachute Jie Qu, line patterns depending on the foot of the silk gauze thin stream, heart like water can not be calm. Wide roads covered with a ground puddle, as if Diesui of Anthurium mirror, scattered in a debris; and if the firmament of the blame countless Chang Wang Mou, desolately natural laden tears. Opened a car before, two water mist Yang in the past has been, until the far end of the high-Yang.
Fine after the summer, Xiong Xiong Sunburn basking in the sun as the earth, boundless silence from heaven with a white-yao, no wind at noon, the whole world of loneliness have become solidified. At noon on duty, a person walking in the shade of a tree, or to distortion in the office nap, and I feel suddenly like the clamor of chaos such as the outside. Then, the whole floor has a sleeping man is hard to sleep, and thought about some things that mess, stand up and look at the shining white of the window, where there is a frightening world. Readily take a book opened one, but did not see the mood, eyes shut again idly, and is really strange, sleepy, when I can not sleep, and so took a book and instead fall asleep by.
Got home from work, a wide-lane once again erected in front of us, and most of a day trip to go in this alley. Lane side of the long Akigusa still time to yellow, the leaves are no longer oil tender. There are a few vine grass grow is mad cows and purple flowers of a long horn with a round mouth over and over, as if on the days declared something. There is a daring of the stem out into roads that have been vehicles to make a nest of dry grinding of Hong Hen, printed a picture of natural land.
Edge of the town fields of corn received, and then plugging the green wall, suddenly disappeared, suddenly a very broad front. See this, and my heart went so far as to give birth to a kind of inexplicable feelings of regret. The sky outside is not as well-written book, so lofty, so blue, cloud did not constitute a shape, and the floor dust sediment together. This is an autumn, the farmers collected seeds, the earth collected easily.
Suddenly realize that summer has just still around and I broke up. Changing of the seasons, highlighted the passage of time. Personnel, too, was parting parting, there is no resting. The passing away, after all, to be passing away yesterday, is already ancient history of yellow, tomorrow will turn a new page. Life After the turn of not a few cool heat, why not calmly deal with this? In this autumn, the separation is also a beautiful memorial ah.
秋天也不是没有花开，当暑气渐退，艳阳犹高的时候，南楼一间办公室的外窗台就盛开了几朵白星星般的小茉莉。只是任你星星花开再执着，秋之到来的大势也无法阻挡。法国梧桐浓郁的伞盖已经横伸到了最大值，枝梢尚悬一抹浅黄，干枯的叶子已如枯蝶般集结于叶丛中了。一位朋友告诉我，不冷不热干爽的季节最让人喜爱，我点头默许。
北方少雨，夏退秋来温度降下去得靠雨。秋雨常在夜里光临，只一小阵，早晨就撤走了，只留下数片碎叶，半池冷水，还有满天行云。前几日小城破记录地淅沥了五天的绵丝，甸松疏桐一律洗得裸出了真肤，墨似的染暗了灰白的天空。撑一把伞独自彳亍于街衢，行视脚下的縠纹细流，心也如流水不能平静。宽阔的马路铺满一地水洼，仿佛跌碎了花烛镜，散落一地碎片；又如无数只怅望苍穹的怨眸，凄凄然满含泪光。一辆小车开过，两道水雾就一直扬过去，直到远处的高杨尽头。
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天晴之后，阳光一如夏天凶凶炙晒着大地，无边的寂静随着一片耀白从天而降，无风的中午，整个世界都成了凝固了的寂寞。中午值班，一个人走在树阴里，或歪在办公室里打盹，心情会忽然如外面一样嚣乱起来。那时，整座楼都睡了，人却难以入眠，心里想着一些乱糟糟的事情，站起来看一看白花花的窗外，那里有一个令人发怵的世界。随手拿一本书翻开一页，却没有看的兴致，眼又懒懒地闭上了，也真是奇怪，想睡的时候睡不着，及等拿了一本书，反倒入梦了。
下班回家，一条宽巷又一次竖在眼前了，每天的大半路程都在这条巷里走。巷侧长长的秋草犹未转黄，叶子已不再油嫩。草丛里有几蔓牵牛长得正疯，紫红的喇叭遍地长着圆口，仿佛对天宣告着什么。有一枝胆大的把茎伸到路中，被车辆碾作一窝干巴巴的红痕，印成一幅天然的地画。
城边田里的玉米收了，那堵绿墙一下子消失，眼前顿时极为开阔。看到此，心里竟生出一种莫名的怅惘来。城外的天空并不像书中写得那么高远，那么湛蓝，云也不成个形，和地上尘滓连在一起。这一片秋色里，农人收了种子，大地收了轻松。
忽然意识到，那刚刚还在身边的夏已和我分手了。季节更替，突显了岁月的流逝。人事亦是如此，聚散别离，没有休止。该逝去的终归要逝去，昨天已经是黄古的历史了，明天又会翻开崭新的一页。人生经不了几个凉热交替，何不从容地面对呢？在这金秋中，分离也是一份美好的纪念啊。