The autumn wind is whining, and the leaves are yellow.

I am now standing at the gate of the inpatient department to write a testimonial to the little angels.

He was only wearing a hospital gown, only a pair of disposable slippers under his feet, and no socks.

The queue for the elevator reached the gate, and it seemed that I could sit on it after waiting for about four wheels.

From now on, my mom asked me to put on a sweater, and I wouldn't be impatient.

From now on, my dad will let me wear autumn pants, and I will definitely say yes!

It's cold

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