In the second grade, my uncle left, geese flew south, and a group of children were playing hide-and-seek under the tree.

Autumn has come, and fallen leaves fall on the cold concrete floor in a large area. The geese in the sky lined up in herringbone and flew south in droves. An uncle leaned on the threshold with a cigarette in his mouth, silently watching the geese leave. The geese flew over the roof and disappeared. A group of children ran under the tree, rustling leaves. They began to play hide-and-seek under the tree. The laughter was crisp, and my uncle recalled his childhood and burst into tears.