当秋风轻轻拂过我的脸,我不禁想起了那个秋天。枯叶纷纷离开母亲的怀抱,掉落到地面上。这天就是我的生日。我和妈妈走在热闹的大街上,正商量着买什么礼物庆祝我的生日,忽然发现前方聚集着一群人,我好奇地跑上前凑热闹。只见地上坐着一位衣衫不整的青年,他前方还用白粉笔工整地写着四 When the autumn wind gently flicked my face, I can not help but think of that autumn. Dead leaves have left the mother’s arms, falling to the ground. This is my birthday My mother and I walk in the busy street, is discussing what gifts to celebrate my birthday, suddenly found a group of people gathered in front of me curiously ran ahead of the hooligan. I saw sitting on the ground an uniformed youth, in front of him also with white chalk neatly written four