深秋的微风拂过我的面庞,独自行走在这片金灿灿的花海中,是兴奋,是向往,是追忆,还带着点淡淡的感伤。随着我身后留下的脚印,深深浅浅的回忆接踵而来,像是剪辑好的电影一般,放映着那些有过的曾经,有些竟也分不清是梦境还是果真发生过的现实了。此时的我,是一个旁观者。我看着那个牙牙学语的小女孩,真怀疑她是火星派来毁灭地球语言的间谍,但也会被她那些幼稚天真的 Autumn breeze blowing in my face, walking alone in this golden flower, is excited, yearning for, is recalling, but also with a touch of sentimentality. With the footprints left behind by me, deep and shallow memories come one after another, like editing a good movie, showing those who once, some actually can not tell is the dream or the reality that happened. At this point I, is a bystander. I looked at the babbling little girl, I suspect she was a spy sent by Mars to destroy the language of the earth, but also by her innocent naive