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亲爱的爸爸:您还好吗?又是中秋节,放学了,我独自一人沿着羊肠小道慢慢地走在回家的路上,低着头,无聊地踢着脚下的小石子。萧瑟的秋风摧残着枯黄的树叶,我的心仿佛是一片树叶,被孤寂紧紧攫住了。爸爸,当我打开院子的大门时,首先映入眼帘的是爬满了灰绿苔藓的墙壁,满地黄叶,夹杂在落叶间的萋萋荒草。“中庭生旅谷,井上生旅葵。”只有墙角几颗娇艳欲滴的红红枸杞豆蓦地闯入我的视线。它枯黄的叶片几尽凋零,红红的枸杞豆却灿然挂在枝头,
Dear Daddy: How are you doing? Is the Mid-Autumn Festival, after school, I walked slowly along the winding path on my way home, head down, kicked boredom pebbles. Bleak autumn bleak yellow leaves, my heart is like a leaf, was clinging to loneliness. Dad, when I opened the door of the yard, the first thing that greeted me was the walls covered with gray-green moss, the yellow leaves all over the land, and the weeds mixed among the leaves. “Atrium Health Travel Valley, Inoue Health Travel Kwai.” Only the corner of a few tender and beautiful red wolfberry beans break into my sight. Its withered leaves almost dying, red wolfberry beans are brightly hung in the branches,