About 800 words about another autumn wind.

It's autumn wind in a blink of an eye, as if yesterday was a hot summer day and today is a cool autumn.

I don't know whether the summer rain is still unfinished or the autumn rain can't wait, and it will soon become drizzly in autumn.

Autumn in fairy tales is always charming, but reality is always cruel.

The fallen leaves with raindrops stopped quietly on the ground, as if they had found a long-lost warmth and refused to leave.

Do you know the troubles of autumn? ...

With a sudden brake sound, I stopped the car firmly in front of the zebra crossing. Suddenly, the wind became very strong, as if playing with my umbrella. It always tilted left and right, although I held the handle tightly. After a while, the wind slowly stopped, but I was still unhappy. I just took an umbrella and braved the drizzle. I muttered my dissatisfaction and turned my head habitually. At the moment of turning my head, the whole picture was frozen. An old man in his seventies was wearing orange clothes with his back to the strong wind, and his clothes were blown apart by the strong wind. The old man's figure looks thin.

The wind, like a naughty child, deliberately blows off the residual leaves on the tree, and steals them together and blows them away. The old man wearing a raincoat knows nothing about all this, and he is still trying to pile the leaves not far from his feet. The wind makes the fallen leaves feel like a football, rolling around on the ground. The old man stopped sweeping the fallen leaves and looked up, as if he knew the wind's prank. So I swept the fallen leaves under my feet into a small basket full of garbage and hobbled to the trash can.

I vaguely saw that the old man's dark face was covered with wrinkles and there was a drop of water in the corner of his eye. I don't know if it's sweat or rain.

After collecting the garbage, the old man stood by the trash can for a while, staring at the fallen leaves flying all over the sky. The corners of the mouth are slightly tilted in an arc. I don't understand why. Is it because of the gratitude of fallen leaves? Or is it because you see the vitality of autumn through the autumn wind? Or is it an encouragement for your efforts? My doubts can't be answered.

At this time, the red light turned green. I should go. The rain soaked my clothes with the wind and left a mark on my face. I am riding a bike, still thinking about the old man's smile. Her smile is as mysterious and unknown as the smile in Mona Lisa. Out of my pity, I hope the wind can be quieter, so that the old people can call it a day earlier.

I hope the autumn wind in the coming year can do what people want to do and follow people's hearts.

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