枫叶又红了,它总在生命中最灿烂的季节离去,雕琢出血色的浪漫,凄美得让人禁不住流泪,恐怕也只有那条链子才足以祭奠这唯美的一幕。湖畔的木椅斜立如旧,回想着那个脚夫蹒跚的背影,他恍然还在我身后,我慌忙转身寻觅他的踪迹,千回百转却徒然无功。但那条链子却依然真实地挂在我的脖子上,我摸着它,记忆回到了去年寒假…… The maple leaf is red again. It always leaves in the most glorious season of life. The bloodshed is romantic and beautiful. People can not help but shed tears. I am afraid that only the chain is enough to pay homage to this beautiful scene. The wooden chair beside the lake was standing at an angle like the old, thinking back of the back of the footman. He was still behind me. I hurriedly turned to look for his trail. Thousands of turns turned vain. But the chain was still hanging on my neck. I touched it. Memory returned to last winter vacation...