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Class was over .
Outside the windows was the beautiful autumn night .Even if there was a gust of light wind ,which didn’t influnce the sorrowful emotion in the night .
Everything fell into a heavy silence even by the entrance at which I stood .
The wind was getting up .It blew with some kinds of noise ,faint ,far off .I obviously felt a little cold when I walked out from classroom .
I walked down several stone steps to the path filled with all kinds of small cobbles .Following the path through a small woods ,I arrived at a piece of beautiful grass .
Sure enough ,as the result of the cold wind ,all the people were on the way back .Only a few stars were hanging above the grass .They looked at the grass silently and shone it in a friendly way .
The view just hit me where it hurts .
Once I sat on the grass and complained the life was meaningless ;once I didn’t know my own mind ,I lost on the way to my dream ;once I mistakenly believed that my life was on a hiding to nothing ;once I insisted that university is a hill of beans .
All the sorrowful emotion came back ,but I didn’t feel a little despair .
The trouble in life is neither here nor there .The importance is that I can hammer away at belief .
It’s an ill wind that blows nobody any good .As for me ,maybe the trouble is a chance to grow up .
On the late autumn night ,I found the trace of my growth by the noiseless grass . |
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