我一个人,走在每天上学必经的小道上。时值秋末,万木凋零,厚厚的落叶积了一地,脚踩上去发出哗啦哗啦的响声——哦,又是一次生命的凋零!深秋确实是让人感伤的季节,就像我,在踩碎这些落叶的同时,也踩痛了内心的那份思念。这条荒凉的小径,这些张着枝丫的白杨,这片苔痕斑驳的石墙, I am alone, walking on the path that I must go through every day. At the end of the fall, Wan Mu was withered, and a thick layer of fallen leaves accumulated. The foot stepped up and made a sound of crickets—Oh, it was another death of life! Autumn is indeed a sentimental season, just like me. At the same time when these leaves were crushed, they also stepped on the inner thoughts. This desolate path, these poplars with branches and branches, this patch of mottled stone walls,