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“呼呼……”听着这微风,看着这一片红似火的枫叶,看着这一条长长的小路,又想起了我和秋天有约。那是一个美丽的金色秋天。九岁的我与小伙伴玩耍,不知不觉走进了一条小路。金色的枫叶轻轻地飘落下来,像一只只小舟。一旁的菊花,有的红似火,有的白似雪,有的绿似草……都像爪子一样。不知是谁提出捡枫叶比赛,大家都动了起来。地上的枫叶真多啊,似乎怎么捡也捡不完,我一股脑儿捡了好多。瞧!这片枫叶好好看,小小的,我被迷住了!捡起这片枫叶,悄悄
“Whirring ... ...” Listening to the breeze, looking at this piece of red-hot maple leaf, looking at this long path, but also reminded me about autumn. That is a beautiful golden autumn. Nine years old I play with my buddies, unwittingly walked into a path. Golden maple leaves gently falling like a boat. One side of the chrysanthemum, some red like fire, some white like snow, some green grass ... ... are like paws. I do not know who proposed to pick Maple Leaf game, we are moving up. So many maple leaves on the ground, it seems to pick up also pick up, I have a brain child picked up a lot. Look, this piece of Maple Leaf looks good, small, I am fascinated! Pick up this piece of Maple Leaf, quietly