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是秋天了。昨晚熬夜写判决书,弄得思绪一塌糊涂。早晨起床洗完澡,轻轻地吟着走调的曲子,然后看见了落叶。法庭门前有小小的一方庭院,那些悠悠的桂花或绚烂或哀伤,就这样灼灼地在我的面前绽放,不可收拾。到了秋天,法庭两旁通往后院的小路上已落满暗红的花瓣,而这不知名的花前几日还在盛放,转眼却已风采不再,枯荣一瞬,叫人恍惚。遇上下雨,一夜的雨声零乱过后,第二天一清早,天空开始放晴,还来不及清扫的满地桂花,金
It is autumn. Stay up late last night to write the verdict, making a mess. Get up in the morning bath, gently tune the song tune away, and then saw the leaves. There was a small courtyard in front of the courthouse, those long-scented osmanthus or gorgeous or sad, so bloom in front of me blooming, out of control. In the autumn, the trail leading to the backyard on both sides of the court has been filled with dark red petals, and this unknown flower is still in bloom a few days ago, it has no longer blink of an eye, dry wing moment, trance. In the event of rain, rain overnight messy, the very next morning, the sky began to clear, but also had time to clean the sweet-scented osmanthus, gold