凉风乍起,日影飞去,初秋的枫叶染红了街道。在这菊香芬芳的季节,我听到美丽的轴承在记忆的某个地方吱吱呀呀地转动。透过岁月回望,发觉很多的痛已经不见了,大部分的不快乐已经被时光自动修复,或者被快乐替代。我们就是这样一路混混沌沌磕磕绊绊一地鸡毛地长大了,也许,正是在这 The cool breeze picked up and the shadows flew away. The maple leaves in the early fall stained the streets. In this chrysanthemum fragrant season, I heard beautiful bearings turning around somewhere in memory. Looking back on the years, I noticed that many pains have disappeared. Most of the unhappiness has been automatically repaired by time or replaced by happiness. This is how we grew up like chaos. Perhaps, it is here that