Strangers who come from somewhere must not think of things, of course, unimaginable things.
Remember that fall? Father, my father. The memory of childhood is very good, every autumn mother will have a lot of scenery, autumn full of maple leaves, the first to catch the most is the leaves, each leaf is a sour fruit. But every autumn, the father's face will have a faint sadness, inadvertently a smile on his face, showing a sweet smile, the father said that autumn is the most beautiful story of the leaves, but the father did not finish a word.
Father, my elementary school classmates would be admitted to the middle school of Peking University. The school is still far from home, the best red maple leaves around here, the father said yes, it is best to be that piece, when I am with my father, there will be red maple leaves, and my father said: I will pick up the maple leaves, and then pick up one piece, take it home and let my father give it to me.
My childhood was together. When I was in the second grade of elementary school, my father's school let us be free, and the school without dreams could only let him see us, and I only remembered the red maple leaves that my father told us about a year in those years. Our family is very poor. My father was very poor, so poor when he was so young, but he was still as poor as we were little.