Autumn is Li Yangqing's favorite season, she said, autumn is always full of poetry. is like Wang Bo's famous sentence for the ages, the autumn water is the same color as the sky, and the sunset and the lonely bird fly together. In other seasons, this is far from the case. The sky is high and the clouds are light, the northern geese are returning to the south, the autumn wind penetrates into the neckline, there are no more clothes, no less, dead leaves tumbling with the wind, and a good harvest, heavy golden ears of wheat, and the aroma of fruits that can be smelled from afar, that is all the reason why she likes autumn.

"Autumn is the season of slaughter." Lu Shiyuan has become accustomed to singing against Li Yangqing.

"You know what, that's the cycle of life." There is probably nothing more suitable for Li Yangqing than autumn, and there is an inexplicable matching quality from the name.

The silver candle autumn light cold painting screen, light Luo small fan fluttering fireflies. Li Yangqing wrote in the corner of the textbook with her delicate words and sighed, I really want to go on an autumn trip.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

If you want to travel in autumn, it is simple and easy for high school students like Xu Shaobai, and it is difficult to say that it is difficult. A trip that is just a walk and doesn't go too far, at this age, how easy and comfortable it is. It's not easy to say that it's difficult, the high school curriculum is too tight, there is only one afternoon a week, and I have to study in the evening, I don't know if there is enough time.

What's more important is that in Lincheng, a small county, Lu Shiyuan doesn't know where to go for autumn travel.

This small town suddenly became even smaller, with no mountains to climb, no pleasant lakes, and no places of interest.

Lu Shiyuan decided to hide from Li Yangqing and go around by himself.

After the last class in the morning on the weekend, Lu Shiyuan did not follow her roommates to the Internet café as usual. Brother Bowen and Uncle Tao were like equipped with motors, and they went straight to the Internet café, shouting as they ran, then they won't take a place for you, Shi Kite.

“ok，ok！ You guys play. Lu Shiyuan waved her hand.

Li Yangqing also hurriedly took his best friend Yu Mengmeng's hand and left after class, the classroom soon became empty, only two or three students remained, the noon sun spilled into the classroom through the curtains, and the air was more clean. Lu Shiyuan leaned on the back table and stretched out for a long time, and took a deep breath, ah, the breath of autumn.

Lu Shiyuan suddenly wanted to chant a poem like Li Yangqing, but after thinking about it, he didn't think of half a word, and he was a little unwilling, so he had to hum a sentence that the weather was cool and autumn.

The ginkgo tree on the side of the school road, full of dazzling orange, scorching and shining in the sun and autumn wind, Lu Shiyuan bent down to pick up a piece, the shape is just perfect enough to look like a heart, maybe it can be a perfect bookmark.

Out of the school gate, Lu Shiyuan bought a pancake, took out his Samsung flip phone, plugged in the headphones, and planned to go to Tongxin Mountain in Lincheng first. It is said that it is Tongxin Mountain, in fact, it is just two small earth mountains, the visual altitude is only tens of meters, there is no way, there is no way to see the endless plains around the city, and the slightly higher ones are low hills.

Then go to the small park in the city to have a look.

Lu Shiyuan remembered that the last time he went was when he was very young, when Lu's father and Lu's mother took him to visit an aunt in Lincheng, and took a stroll by the way, Lu Shiyuan still vaguely remembered that there was a small zoo in the park, there were not many animals in it, and the most remembered were naughty monkeys. He also cried and took the electric train.

And then until now, Lu Shiyuan was admitted to Lincheng No. 1 Middle School, and came to this small county town, but he usually studied tightly, and on weekends and afternoons, he also went to an Internet café or played basketball with his fox friends in the dormitory, so he never visited this small city carefully.

Don't be disappointed.

Lincheng is a small city with a long history, it already existed in the Sui Dynasty, there was a glorious time, the famous Sui and Tang Dynasty Grand Canal once flowed quietly through this small city, at that time, with the development of Cao Yun, the merchants from the south to the north gathered, the economic and cultural culture of Lincheng reached its peak, and also left a lot of places of interest, but it was not well preserved and seriously damaged. Later, the canal was diverted, and the town began to slowly fall silent, and then during the Anti-Japanese War, it also experienced the baptism of war and was devastated.

Lincheng is divided into the old city and the new city, and Lu Shiyuan walked to the streets of the old city to realize the sense of history and heaviness of this small city.

The concentric hill is covered with low shrubs, and a winding stone path leads to a small pavilion at the top of the mountain. A moat quietly guards this small city, flowing quietly, except for the occasional small boat gently rippling and rippling, it is as quiet as a green green jade.

There are no tall buildings in the old city, Lu Shiyuan thought about it, at that time, there were no high-rise buildings in the whole town, from Tongxin Mountain, the autumn colors of the small city were in full view, there were old grandfathers flying kites with their grandsons in the square of the small park, and there were people sitting and lying on the soft lawn. Small vendors are bustling with activity.

Lu Shiyuan looked at the sky that was getting bluer and bluer, and there was no cloud.

Occasionally, a bird skimmed over the azure canvas.

I don't feel the spring grass dream of the pond, and the full level of sycamore leaves is in the sun.

She must love it.

She'll love it.