又是一年秋,窗外霜飞满天。我倚在书柜旁,无聊地翻看那一本本尘封在书架上的厚厚的家伙。不知从哪本书中,偷偷滑下一片枯萎的黄叶,定格在洁净的地板上,我的心中禁不住一颤,那逝去的一幕幕,又如放电影般在脑海中浮现……那是一年深秋,屋外霜飞满天。我急匆匆地抓起外套,朝厨房喊 Another year of autumn, the frost flew all over the sky. I leaned against the bookcase and boredly looked up at the thick guy who was dusting the bookshelf. I do not know from which book, secretly slide down a piece of withered yellow leaves, freeze on the clean floor, my heart could not help shivering, the scene of the loss, but also in the mind like a movie in the surface ... ... that is In late autumn, the frost flew outside the house. I hurriedly grabbed my coat and shouted at the kitchen