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秋的味道渐浓,但暑假开学时母亲在村口送我上公共汽车的情景依然刻在心头,拂不去,放不下,每每忆起,眼里便会涌出泪水。最怕别离。
The taste of autumn is getting stronger, but the scene when my mother sent me to the bus at the village entrance during the summer vacation is still in my heart. If I can’t go, I can’t let go. Every time I remember, my eyes will burst into tears. Most afraid of leaving.