在我的记忆中,我见过大片大片金黄的土地,随着秋天的微风渐起波澜,那是记忆中的故乡,最难忘的地方。在那个孩子的眼里,每日躺在那棵梧桐树根旁睡觉,飘落的梧桐叶落在身上,便是最安逸的时刻。一切美好的记忆都在那个一到秋天就美得不像样子的地方。那一天,妈妈叫醒在熟睡中的我,她告诉我,明天,我们便要离开这里,去城市里生活。我不知为何,突然就哭了出来。那一个上午,我又哭又闹,不知名的烦躁情愫缠绕在心头,像一张无形的网,把小小年纪的我越包 In my memory, I have seen a large area of ​​golden land, with the breeze of the autumn waves, it is the hometown of memories, the most memorable place. In the eyes of the child, lying on the tree next to the root of that day to sleep askew leaves fall on the body, it is the most comfortable moment. All good memories lie in the place where the United States does not look beautiful in the fall. That day, my mother woke me up in bed, she told me tomorrow, we have to leave here to live in the city. I do not know why, suddenly cried out. That morning, I cried and jumped around, and my unknowing irritability tangled in my heart, like an invisible net, which made me a little older