记忆中的秋天是桂花的味道,依稀可见那秋风中母亲的背影。那是一个深秋,只记得那天的风格外的冷,天黑的也比往常早了许多。为了布置班级的黑板报,直到晚上七点,我才按下了教室里最后一盏灯的开关,借着学校楼梯间的照明灯摸索着走到了学校的大门口。校门口的交通不似往常那般拥挤,也没了平常的喧闹。只有不远处的马路上依旧是来来往往的车辆,以及高中部行色匆匆的学生。中间的一道护栏把初中部与高 The memory of the autumn is sweet-scented osmanthus flavor, faintly visible that the mother’s back in the autumn. It was a late autumn, just remember the style of the day outside the cold, the dark is also a lot earlier than usual. In order to arrange the class blackboard newspaper, I did not press the switch of the last light in the classroom until seven o’clock in the afternoon, and groping through the light of the school staircase to the gate of the school. The traffic at the school gate was not as crowded as usual and no ordinary noise. Not far from the road is still the vehicles coming and going, as well as hurried high school students. The middle of a fence to the middle school and high