600-word autumn essay

Time flies, the fresh air is filled with the warmth of autumn, and it is the end of August before you know it. It's just that the years are quiet and the pages are turned safely. This quiet time is mixed with a little sadness and sweetness.

This year, I have been indulging myself, whether it is work or feelings.

Grandma told me that I have too many peach blossoms this year, and I am likely to fall in love. I chuckled. I never believed in my own fate, nor did I believe in this so-called fortune telling, but my grandmother still cared. I thought that spring and summer had passed, and I still protected myself very well. I didn't touch that love, didn't give love, and still woke up this morning, only to find that I still stepped into these feelings and lost.

Someone told me that everything doesn't matter, as good as water. So, I let go.

Sha Chen said that kites only venture for one thread in their life. When it was disconnected, it flew into the endless dark blue sky. Then, I will be a brave adventurer for the person I love, wandering all the good things in the flight, so I am willing to believe that the seemingly empty leap is always infinitely extended in the long memory, just like the space between us, which is too far to measure.

I like Sha Chen's words, forgetting those days in the time behind me like a memory, as if bidding farewell to a dream-like story and these vanished loves.

I've been walking around this city in it. Every midnight, I look at the lights outside the window on the bus, as if I were watching someone else's world. My thoughts always spread at this time, recalling my throbbing youth. At the simplest time, I walked into nature with a salute that didn't belong to me. Warm yourself with heart.

I just keep walking, keep walking, stop at a certain station, wander, and then resolutely leave.

Early in the morning, I opened the space, only to find that in recent months, my words have infected love, whether friendship or love.

So it's been a long time since I recorded my life.

I suddenly remembered that empty night, and I was chased by a strange man for a long time. I kept running just to get rid of the drunkard, but I felt sick in my heart. Yes, so is this job. It was already midnight when I got home. Clean up my messy life, and I should stop being presumptuous. I told my mom, mom, it's time for you to give me a political lesson. I found something wrong with my brain and nerves. Mom shook her head. I submitted my resignation half a month ago, and I want to have a rest.

I said, I want to open a flower shop, full of flowers, and be baptized in the flowers.

Summer has passed and autumn is cool. Who is wandering in the middle of the night, who is calling for memory, let me sleep in the blue sky above the field from autumn to autumn with all my thoughts and bid farewell to the nightmare I am looking for.

On the solstice of autumn, whether Beijing is still prosperous and quiet, the idea about me and persistence will still dissipate, waiting for an empty city. So who can walk into the empty city of Solstice this autumn to comfort my lost mood?