等那秋风簌簌吹落枝上的枯叶,果儿也就红了。想那时光匆匆,带走过往的三年,我们也就成熟了。想那即将到来的高中,将是什么模样?我愿拥有一张含泪的笑颜,散步在枫林里独为我铺开着金色地毯的小路上,给予我温暖抚慰的同时,也让我接受肃穆的洗礼。此刻,我清晰地明白,我不再是一个稚童了。但愿,我的高中校园里就有这么一片枫林,或者说,它就是这样一片枫林。这片枫林,也许不像初中校园里的那池荷花。每至仲夏,它们仿佛要溢出来似的,把池上的石桥没入其中,不露一丝痕迹,像是掩 And so on the autumn 簌 簌 blowing branches on the dead leaves, fruits also red. Think of the time hurry, take away the past three years, we will be mature. I would like to have a tearful smile, walk in the maple alone for me to shop with a golden carpet on the road, give me a warm soothing at the same time, let me accept Solemn christening. At the moment, I clearly understand that I am no longer a childish. I hope, my high school campus has such a maple forest, or that it is such a maple. This piece of maple forest, perhaps not like the pond in the junior high school lotus. Every midsummer, they seem to spill over like the stone bridge on the pool into which, without any trace, like a cover