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许多人都喜欢礼赞秋天金色的收获,而就在这种礼赞之中秋天却悄悄给人们一个凄清的空白。秋天的果实对于春天的花蕾来说诚然是一种圆满,而秋天的落叶对于春天的芬芳来说却是一种终结。没有哪个季节比秋天更能让人感到生命的枯萎,生命和死亡竟是戏剧般地连在一起,几乎就在一夜之间欣喜可能就会变为疑惑,甚至就在同一片风景里,这边是丰硕,那边却是落寞。然而,这实在不是秋天的过错,而是看错秋天的人的悲哀。当一种追求终于得到报偿,一种拥有足以成为辉煌的时候,我们很有可能就会用满足衰减曾经的愿望,用得意吞噬往日的激情了。
Many people like to praise the autumn golden harvest, but in this kind of praise in the autumn but quietly give people a desolate blank. Autumn fruit is indeed a perfect spring flower bud, while the autumn leaves for the spring fragrance is an end. No season is more withered than life in the fall, and life and death are actually theatrically connected together. Almost overnight, delight can become confused, even in the same landscape, Is rich, there is lonely. However, this is really not the fault of autumn, but the sadness of the wrong autumn. When a quest is finally paid off, and a possession enough to be brilliant, we are likely to devour the passion of the past with satisfaction by meeting the aspirations of the past.