Outside the window

There are many windows around me, corridor windows, classroom windows, dormitory windows.

When I first came to the 401, the window was green, and now it gradually turned yellow.

There is a hallway outside the classroom. There are many windows in the hallway. I often stand in front of the classroom door and look out the window. As soon as I looked down, I saw the corner, and when I looked up, I saw the sky. There are several yellow flowers under the wall, meandering and crawling on the low pine trees. This flower blossomed after a day. The flower fell from plant to plant, and fell onto the grass and the pine needles just born. But when it fell, they still wanted to open it for a while and then opened it for a while. They didn't want to open it, and they closed it slowly until they finally contracted so that they could not see the flowers. Then, new yellow flowers bloomed again. Still so few, no more, no less, as if they had never thanked. Standing in the window, I often thought, this is also a kind of freedom!

The windows of the classroom are opposite to the windows of the corridor, so the view is also very different. There are three or two Lagerstroemia indica in front of the classroom window. This season Lagerstroemia flowers are still a few stars, and the clouds in the sky are dotted with small pieces. There are a few bugs floating in the air, and the body transparent by the sun is swimming leisurely, like a few light spots floating. Autumn is almost over, the sky is clean and there is no dust in the sun. There is a half sun in the sky. This is an early morning and it is like a dusk. The wind came in and ran again. It didn't like the window, and I didn't like it either.

My favorite is outside the dormitory window. Because the time is free at this time, I can go out for a walk, so I often stay outside the window. There are woods, weeds, rocks, wild flowers, and I always choose a larger stone to sit down. Look at the yellow and green leaves, draw the seedlings protruding from the cracks in the stone, touch the trumpet flowers that are climbing the dead branches, and listen to the flying birds. Dazed, reading, and having nothing to do is the best thing. A gust of wind blew, and many leaves fell, and one happened to fall on the book. Leave it and bookmark it!

In Shuo Wen Jie Zi, autumn is explained in this way-autumn, He Gushu also. Our training is also coming to an end. It seems like we have been planted here for a few months. One exam after another makes us unable to leave. Now, in this season, I hope I can also be said in Shuo Wen-autumn, He Gushu also.