It's autumn.

The footsteps of autumn come quietly.

The four seasons here are not clear. Those old leaves that are dying in the embrace of autumn stubbornly cling to the withered mother branches. But the maple leaf is punctual. She takes off her green clothes and dyes herself red.

Maple groves are all red.

Walking under the red maple is pleasant. Stepping on dead leaves makes a rustling sound; Sunlight falls from the cracks in the leaves and shines on the body, which has the illusion of slight itching; The autumn wind pushes away the crumbling red leaves and gently turns up the carpet as a gift for summer. Ye Er danced lightly under their feet with the autumn wind and floated around.

This ordinary forest, because of this touch of red, adds some romantic atmosphere out of thin air. The deeper you go, the heavier your breath will be. Noise is coming from your ears. ...

"One person and half." The childish voice caught my eye.

It turned out to be two boys who were only seven or eight years old. One held a small ice cream in his hand and held it in front of another child, repeating word for word: "Half for each person!" " "

The adults around him have no hearts. "This ...? "The little boy was in a hurry and pursed his lips with injustice. "The teacher said that the best friend is divided into half and half, and can't be stingy ..."

His voice did not fall, but another boy quickly bit into the ice cream and smiled sweetly. A warm breath emanated from them, as if taking me back to my distant childhood. ...

"Look, how beautiful the sunset is ..." A soft female voice brought me back to reality from my memory.

Looking back at the source of the sound, I saw a young couple sitting on a wooden chair by the roadside, snuggling up sweetly.

"You know what? A thousand people walk in front of me, and I can hear your footsteps. " The young man said with a little smile.

"Why?" The girl's lips on his shoulder opened.

"Because 999 people are walking on the road, and you step on my heart."

A gust of wind blew the red of the sunset glow into the girl's face. Finger clasping, a gesture of commitment.

Unconsciously, my cheeks began to burn slightly.

Looking around, I don't know when the old man and the young man appeared. The old woman sat in a wheelchair, her eyes glazed over. The girl holding the wheelchair handle is only fourteen or fifteen years old. The old man tilted his head slightly and could see that he was carefully capturing every word of the girl.

"Grandma, do you remember the first poem you taught your granddaughter? Granddaughters can love. " The girl closed her eyes and sang emotionally. "Ten years of life and death are unforgettable. A lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is nowhere to talk about it. Even if we meet, we should not know, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are frosty ... "In a trance, I seem to see the corners of the old man's mouth rise.

The sun is setting. In the distance, the sunset glow is more and more brilliant. Nearby, the red maple is like fire; Red maple is better than fire.