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This year's autumn seems unusually cold. On the way to
school in the morning, pedestrians are already wearing colorful scarves of
different lengths. It's hard to tell if it's just a fashion statement or a
way to keep warm in the chilly autumn wind.
As my mother reminds me to wear extra layers, autumn draws closer and closer
to me like a mischievous child who jumps into my arms when I'm not paying
attention.
The scorching sun of summer has turned its back and left me. The golden
leaves of the plane trees on campus sway beautifully and lightly. The sky is
high and blue. When I quiet down and listen, the autumn insects hum a
beautiful melody. What a beautiful autumn scene!
The mood of autumn is quiet and even somewhat melancholic. Fragile yellow
colors come rushing towards me, reflecting the lonely figures walking among
the fluttering fallen leaves. Autumn seems destined to be a season of
nostalgia, allowing memories to follow the drifting autumn leaves and
clouds, reminiscing about sweet times gone by, and missing distant friends.
The autumn atmosphere is often tinged with sadness and loss, but the clear
and sunny weather doesn't allow us to wallow in our emotions. Thus, autumn
can make people melancholic but also help them overcome it. On the autumn
streets, teenage girls wear a melancholic expression that gives them a more
dignified appearance.
The autumn wind carries a scent of sun-baked air gradually cooling down,
which brings a smile to people's faces. Watching the sky get higher and
higher and its deep blue color deepen day by day, every autumn day can make
us mature, become stronger, and live more purely and simply, yet not without
distinction.
The air is filled with a rich and light fragrance that burns the deep autumn
twilight into intermittent evening glow, tinting my face with redness and
filling my heart with a smile. On a night with newly lit lanterns, leaning
against the window and looking at the splendid autumn night sky, as I
indulge in thought, the dewdrops condense affectionately. The moonlight
brushes across the street outside my window. I lower my head in silence and
write this essay, then quietly enjoy this elegant scenery, waiting for
myself to become a part of it. Perhaps, this is the mood that belongs only
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