The golden leaves from the trees, such as butterflies fluttering in the air like, finally in a gentle arc quietly fall on the ground. A piece of gold, the most beautiful embellishment, for the lonely streets gradually, the beauty of autumn grows up. Autumn comes again.
"Every festival, dear" red maple leaf, but also to the festival. I set foot on my way home. A muddy path. Now also very kind, the roadside scenery is still. Just add a melancholy. Because the people have changed, but. Yes, the Double Ninth Festival, inevitably reminiscent of the past, the past, all the past. It is inevitable to let people touch the scene, inadvertently, I think of my late, dear grandfather. Old grandpa's laughter, and in my mind, let me miss him more strongly in the autumn.
A few years ago, the double ninth festival. Then my grandfather was still with us. He is a very lively and very lovely "old child", because he has a green heart, and a broad mind. His smile. It is straightforward, clear and kind, his everything, all infected people around.
Illness and death - the irreversible nature, finally let Grandpa has since become the past, leaving us like maple like memories, slowly falling, heavy pressure in the heart. The hearty smile from georgia. At that moment, I seem to grow up, to see the world of joys and sorrows, understand what is meant by affection, understand living, we should cherish it all.
Now the Double Ninth Festival, I stand in the path of the past, the autumn wind blowing gently, mixed with thoughts, blown chaos of my thoughts, through the ages, people like autumn. The Chongyang value, I finally understand the "sad" come from. "Energy-saving, wear cornel but one person". At this moment, I repeatedly chewing the charm of this poem, taste the "less a person" contained in the heavy thoughts, which have the real frustration and the past. I in this blurred autumn, trying to find yesterday scenes precious picture, unconsciously, the sun has slipped to the mountains, and like a yellowing of the pomegranate.
"The sun is infinitely good, but near dusk", I thought, to take home......
金黃的樹(shù)葉離開(kāi)了樹(shù)梢，在空中如蝴蝶樣飛舞，最后以柔美的弧度悄無(wú)聲息地落在地上。一片片的金黃，為冷寂的街道作了最美的點(diǎn)綴，漸漸的，秋天的韻味濃了起來(lái)。秋天又來(lái)了。
“每逢佳節(jié)倍思親”楓葉正紅時(shí)，又是重陽(yáng)節(jié)到了。我踏上了家鄉(xiāng)的路。往日泥濘的小路。如今還十分親切，路旁的景物依舊。只是覺(jué)得更添了一份愁緒。因?yàn)槎梦锼既�，而物是人非。是的，重�?yáng)節(jié)，難免讓人回想起過(guò)往的人，過(guò)往的事，過(guò)往的一切。更難免讓人觸景傷人，不經(jīng)意間，我又想起了我那已故的、親愛(ài)的外公。往日外公的歡聲笑語(yǔ)，又在我腦海中浮現(xiàn)，讓我對(duì)他的思念在秋風(fēng)中更加強(qiáng)烈。
幾年前的一個(gè)重陽(yáng)節(jié)。那時(shí)外公還在我們身邊。他是一個(gè)很活潑很可愛(ài)的“老小孩”，因?yàn)樗幸活w常青的心，又有寬廣的胸懷。他的笑。是那么爽朗、清澈又慈祥，他的一切，都感染著身邊的人。
可生老病死—這不可逆轉(zhuǎn)的自然規(guī)律，終究讓外公從此成為過(guò)去，只給我們留下似楓葉般的回憶，徐徐的落下，沉甸甸地壓在心頭。那爽朗的笑容從此定格了。那一刻，我似乎長(zhǎng)大了，明白了人世的悲歡離合，明白何謂親情，明白在世的我們應(yīng)該好好珍惜這一切。
如今重陽(yáng)節(jié)，我站在往日的小路上，習(xí)習(xí)秋風(fēng)，夾雜著思念，吹亂了我的思緒，古往今來(lái)，人們都喜歡悲秋。又值重陽(yáng)，我終于明白這“悲”從何而來(lái)�！斑b知兄弟登高處，遍插茱萸少一人”。此時(shí)此刻，我反復(fù)咀嚼著這句詩(shī)的韻味，嘗到“少一人”中包含的那份沉甸甸的思念，其中有對(duì)現(xiàn)實(shí)的無(wú)奈和對(duì)過(guò)往的追憶。我于這迷離的秋色中，試圖尋找昨日一幕幕珍貴的畫(huà)面，不知不覺(jué)，太陽(yáng)已滑到了山間，像一只泛黃的大石榴。
“夕陽(yáng)無(wú)限好，只是近黃昏”，我心里默念著，踏向了歸途……
