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19月,天地万物又迎来一个金秋,深深浅浅的树叶,在风里翻飞,潜入呼吸的是夏末秋初的淡淡薄凉。晨起跑步的时候路过一所小学,红白相间的跑道上印着斑斑点点的阳光,几片丁香树的叶子从铁丝网里探出身躯,满眼赏心悦目的绿。那一刻,我蓦然想起,五年级那年的夏天,你在放学后空无一人的操场上,苦练四百米。尘埃飞起来,白色跑道线被夕阳的余晖打上金黄色,你扎着两个马尾辫,一圈又一圈,不知疲倦,小脸涨得通红,却写满不服输的坚毅。我在操场边,等你一起回家。
In the world, everything in heaven and earth ushered in a golden autumn, deep and shallow leaves, flew in the wind, sneaking into the light of the late summer and early autumn. Early morning run through a primary school, red and white runway printed with speckled sunlight, a few pieces of lilac tree leaves stuck out from the wire mesh body, eyeful green eyes. At that moment, I suddenly remembered that in the fifth grade that summer, you practiced 400 meters hard on the empty playground after school. The dust flew up and the white runway was marked golden on the sunset, with two ponytails around and around, indefatigable, little face flushed, but full of displeasure. I am on the playground, waiting for you to go home.