落叶告别了枝头多么的不舍，烈火燃烧了它一年的茂盛和青春，风和地球对话间有太多的记忆，那城市的暮色迷茫了我的眼睛，山也黛绿了天空的颜色，那么的古老又那么的滋润人们的眼球，袅袅的炊烟带来家乡的气息，回忆起家乡的方向和蜿蜒的小路，合着枯黄的野草迷漫了秋天的颜色，有如画家手中的画笔描绘美。
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