Time flies quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the eleventh holiday has ended.

Time passed very slowly, so slowly, it was mid to late October, the aspen in late autumn had begun to slowly yellow, she had already put on the pink knit sweater that Grandma Li had knitted for her, and she still did not wait for her sister to reply.

A sudden rain, after drenching, the fallen leaves in one place rendered the whole October.

When I went out in the early morning, I was hit by a fallen leaf, and when I looked up, a drop of rain fell into my eyes in an instant.

Walk on the poplar leaves that spread after the rain, collect with a smile, and bow your head after the raindrops.

Su Qianqian couldn't help but wonder: Didn't you write the wrong address? Or was the brother who sent the letter the wrong one?

Otherwise, two weeks have passed, why, haven't you heard from my sister yet?

Su Qianqian clearly remembered that Grandma Wang in front of the bookstall had said: the slowest seven in the country, and the slowest three in Jingyun City will also arrive.

So, what about now?

A gust of wind blows, slightly cool and edged!

Su Qianqian couldn't help but fight a cold war. When she first went out, she was a little stubborn, and she walked out alone without holding an umbrella or wearing a thick coat.

Suddenly I want to go to the intersection of the village to have a look, will the brother who sent the letter not know the address of his grandfather's house?

Take two steps along the right side of the road. The wind blew, carrying a few drops of residual rain from the leaves, slid down and threw it in her face.

Su Qian shivered, hugged his shoulders, and looked at the intersection in front of him, a little cold!

The poplars on both sides of the road swayed in the wind, straightening up and bending down for a while.

The leaves of the trees have long since turned yellow and withered, and there is no new green to be found. After a night rain, the wind blew, shaking the withered cold of a tree, cutting the fantasy of warmth in yesterday's memory, and I was so lonely that I couldn't write a decent story.

Walking alone on this cold road, listening to the sound of my footsteps, I suddenly had a cool feeling overflowing in my heart: Sister, you won't forget her, right?

No, no, no, Su Qianqian immediately denied this idea again, my sister won't.

Sister has been, she is my sister's only sister, and she is my sister's dearest person!

In a trance, his feet slipped, Su Qianqian came back to his senses, looked at the road under his feet, but unexpectedly found a fallen leaf, a pile of dead leaves mixed with a green leaf, slightly glowing with a hint of yellow.

Looking at the fallen leaves all over the ground, I suddenly remembered the sentence in the slow voice: looking for it, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable...... The most difficult to rest, the yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground...... The sycamore is more drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit......

The feeling of loneliness and gloom came to my heart in an instant.

Su Qianqian blinked slightly, why didn't she find out before that when it rained, it was cold, lonely and bleak?

Sighing softly, he looked ahead and walked over.

After walking by, I couldn't help but turn back, turn back, and pick up the fallen leaf.

Pick up the fallen leaf and hold it in the palm of your hand, like holding a warm memory.

That's a green leaf!

After the yellowing and slightly cold rain, a green leaf was picked up!

Memory is the unmelted cloud above her head, soaking in a faint light, and a leaf suddenly stretches the Qingfen of the whole late autumn to her.

What is in her heart is the memory of a green leaf, its green, you can find the memory that has been deep and deep in her heart.

In that memory, there was an extremely gentle girl, holding a poetic umbrella, swaying out patches of greenery, gently walking in the long rainy alley of her memory. In the early morning or dusk, the sound of splashing water has always been her most beautiful music.

It's beautiful, and the deciduous bookmark that she put in her thick book.

Books are her favorite; Ye is the girl - Ouyang Fuqian, her sister's favorite.

Holding that green leaf, it is like holding the most precious treasure in the world.

In all the memories of the past, my sister opened an umbrella for her to block all the ups and downs!

And now, in the fog after the rain, she is alone.

The heart is like a silk net, and there are thousands of knots.

Glancing at the fallen leaves with clear veins in his hand, Su Qianqian's heart sighed slightly!

In order to satisfy his curiosity, he traveled 300 kilometers to this strange place.

After this cold rain, in the cold wind, walking at the cold intersection, looking at the cold clouds and moons above my head, which are so thick that I can't dissolve, I suddenly feel a little overwhelmed: Is my current self now like the fallen leaves of late autumn after the rain, floating alone and slipping alone?

A cool breeze blew.

Su shallow shrunk his neckline, and looked into the distance, in the direction leading to the market town: the clouds were a line, so thick that they couldn't dissolve their sight.

The road is empty, the poplars on both sides of the road sway in the wind, and from time to time fallen leaves slide in front of you, fluttering and spinning and falling to your feet.

Su Qianqian's heart was suffocated, and she thought of her sister again.

I don't know what my sister is doing at the moment.

Are you still leaning in front of the window and reading? Or will they be like her, watching the rain from the window, or will they also go to the garden where they used to enjoy the flowers together and watch the raindrops fall? Or, when you are tired of reading books and chatting, or when you are tired of reading flowers and chatting, occasionally, you will think of her in your heart?

Many people look like their sisters, and sometimes, she thinks that she may be her sister's shadow, and they all accompany her like a shadow.

Did you get it wrong in the first place?

Looking at the smoke-misty road in the distance, Su Qianqian's heart became heavy.

The years have carved the overlapping sleepless days, which cannot bring people and shadows closer, nor can they close the distance between the present and the past, but the memory still exists.

Those once fragrant songs and melodious chords floated in the green sky, opening up the green of the mountains and fields in the depths of memory, extending a thousand times the call, to find the long-lasting sound that they had once eagerly still.

I want to go back to the original green with the people in my memory, to reread the vividness and beauty of the moments, to see the beautiful lyric poetry in the garden at that time, and to relive the dreams that we shared together.

However, it was as if she had suddenly lost her way, and could not find the exit to her original dream.

On the road, there is no one on the road, the leaves are still falling with the wind, and the whole village is a symbol of memory. Looking up, a drop of rain fell and dripped on her face, eyes, and eyebrows as she looked up.

A gust of wind blew over, and it was cool.

Su Qianqian blinked his eyes slightly, and found that the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

I don't know if it's rain or tears.

As soon as he lowered his head, he slipped down.

Slid onto the leaf that had just turned yellow in his hand.

Are you like the fallen leaves in the rain?

Su Qianqian thought like that, let the cool breeze blow, and let the slightly cool and edged raindrops slide down.

"Shallow."

A voice came from behind him.

Someone is calling out to her!

Su Qianqian blinked, sniffed slightly, raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes, and turned his head......

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