风起了,雨落了,秋凉了!秋风卷着落叶,在空旷寂寥的街道肆意狂跑;秋雨滴落梧桐,在幽深悲凉的夜晚任意潇潇。昏黄的灯光撕扯着我的影子,零落成碎片了吧?我无力裹紧那薄得可怜的衣衫,任浓浓的凉意裹挟着、侵蚀着。“孩子,先天性血管瘤破裂,有生命危险!”医生的话一遍遍地在我的脑中回放、回放,膨胀、膨胀,我感到天都要塌了。踟蹰在冷寂的街,徘徊于凄冷的夜。往日孩子甜美的笑容、活跃的身影、努力 The wind started, the rain fell, autumn and cool! Autumn wind rolled leaves, in the open streets lonely wantonly run; autumn dripping Sycamore, in the deep and sad night arbitrary Xiaoxiao. Dim light to tear my shadow, the pieces fell into pieces, right? I could not wrap tight in the pathetic clothes, any shade of coercion, erosion. “Children, ruptured congenital hemangiomas, life-threatening!” The doctor said over and over again in my brain playback, playback, expansion, expansion, I feel the sky collapsed.踟 蹰 In the cold of the street, wandering in the cold night. Past children’s sweet smile, active figure, hard work