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I hope you put away the last fallen leaf in autumn, because that is my love for you and your yellow heart.

Behind every fallen leaf is a little autumn. Pick up a fallen leaf and an autumn color. Have you ever picked up a fallen leaf under a tree this autumn?

Looking back, autumn has become a landscape. Although I met autumn scenery on the fallen leaves alone, I still want to share it with you. Autumn is gentle, but it is also lonely.

In autumn, leaves fall, flowers wither and the weather gets cold.

Falling leaves are like songs. I finish the journey bit by bit, but they will eventually turn to dust, and I will try my best to remember the eternity of that moment.

I especially like the creaking sound of stepping on fallen leaves and the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves! Close your eyes, relax and imagine that you are walking in the maple leaf forest.

The autumn wind is rustling, the leaves are messy, and bleak patches are everywhere. My heart is also sad, and I suddenly found that autumn is a sad season.

Curiosity is the beginning of love, and gazing is the beginning of love. The love of the lone ranger is also natural, as natural as falling leaves in an autumn afternoon.

Autumn represents missing, and after falling leaves, it becomes once, and we only have memories.

An autumn horse, some fallen leaves, some rolls of beer and a cold air mass. Use all the scattered quantifiers to set off the unsatisfactory atmosphere of words. The moon doesn't miss you, I try my best.