故乡的10月,满山红叶。这里没有红叶。中文系的楼前是一排老态龙钟的法国梧桐,秋风残唱,枯叶飘飞,如一首生命的挽歌。今天是星期天,偌大的教室只剩我孤独一人。我再次打开这本影集,大大小小的红叶便在眼前晃动起来,幻化成一片火的海洋,如同信念在燃烧,如同青春在燃烧……是的,故乡的山坡有一片红叶林,每当秋风吹过,整个红叶林便晃成一个大火把,把那些秋风中的残枝败叶 Hometown in October, covered with red leaves. There are no red leaves here. Chinese Department of the front of the building is a row of old sycamore, autumn sings, leaves floating, such as the elegy of a life. Today is Sunday, huge classroom left me alone. Once again, I opened this album. The red and green leaves of all sizes rocked in front of me and turned into a sea of ​​fire, just as faith was burning, just as youth was burning ... Yes, there was a leafy forest on the slopes of my hometown, Blow through, the whole forest will shake Akira into a big torch, those who fall leaves in the autumn leaves