Writing ideas: The inscription can write ""Meeting you is the joy of life. You are here and never leave. "——Inscription", then you can use metaphor or personification to describe meeting a better self, and the center should be clear.

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"Meeting you is the joy of life. You are here and never leave." - Inscription

Sky Color Gradually dyed black. Walking in autumn, wandering around the campus, there is a cool breeze and a hint of sweetness. Sometimes far and sometimes close, sometimes thick and sometimes light...

Get closer, get closer, the fragrance is swaying and changing with the wind, here, there, it seems to be everywhere, filling me The senses fill my heart! Gently raising my head, I saw little golden dots on the branches, like stars dotted in the night sky. Looking at it, it seems to be looking towards the horizon, but it is right in front of you, oh! It turns out that it is already the season when sweet-scented osmanthus is in full bloom! There is no Jiazi in the school, and autumn is known only by the fragrance of cinnamon. Reading all day long, I have forgotten my childhood love.

I stopped, looked quietly, smiled, seemed a little silly, and felt waves of joy in my heart. In this dusk, under the dark sky, it seems that only the golden star and the full fragrance of flowers are left... I am eager to blend in with her, so I can't help but approach her and gently squeeze her. The rich fragrance is refreshing. Nose officer. Take a closer look at her. The four rice-sized petals of the sweet-scented osmanthus are close to each other.

One cluster after another, like the hairpins of ancient girls; one cluster after another, like good sisters inseparable... too! Osmanthus is not as beautiful and fragrant as peonies, nor is it as deep as orchids. She is her, with a different fragrance! They are here, there, on every road that people pass by, with the same delicate flowers, painted with the same golden color, occupying the branches inseparably, creating a fragrant autumn! I don’t fight for the time of spring, I don’t ask for too many colors, I just want to have a road, whether in the countryside or a famous garden, to meet you, your nose, and your eyes every year and a thousand years.

Countless passers-by, she only expects you to pass by, pass by their world, take away their fragrance, and give a touch of warmth and reverie to this busy and strife-filled world... Wait until the end, The fragrant souls are scattered, then go and stay in the wind, without worries, spreading the golden ground, and we will meet again next year...

The long wind gently caressed the tree, and a few yellow flowers scattered with the wind, I seemed to hear their laughter, giggling, and accompanied by the breeze, it set off rippling music in my heart. Looking at this tree, this flower, this fragrance, I forgot to leave, and seemed to have found where I came from, where people came from, and the destination of my heart...

That ordinary dusk, because I forgot the words to describe those sweet-scented osmanthus. Wandering on the path, trapped in studies, and frowning all day long, I regained my joy because of those sweet-scented osmanthus...

One flower, one world, one leaf, one bodhi. That piece of golden color among the green trees, you let me meet the forgotten self!