十二点的篮球场,黄昏时的落叶小道,是关于这个秋天最美丽的心事。关了教室灯,出门,凉丝丝的风扑面而来。金灿灿的秋,暗沉的天色悄无声息地吞噬着红彤彤的晚霞。我踩着“吱吱呀呀”的梧桐叶,穿过一片小树林,“咚咚”的响声时隐时现。我加快脚步,一如既往地,我看到身穿运动服的他运着一个篮球。篮球上上下下——“咚,咚”。我放慢脚步,安静地跟在他的身后,秋高气爽的天,十余米的距离,半个小时的路程,一路的静默不语。红烧云被黑暗蚕食殆尽,一条路,两个分岔口, Twelve o’clock basketball court, twilight at sunset, is about the most beautiful things this fall. Off the classroom lights, go out, cool slightest wind blows. Golden autumn, dull sky quietly devouring a glowing sunset. I walked on the “creak Ya Ya ” of the Indus leaves, through a grove, “pound ” when the sound is hidden. I speed up my pace and, as always, I see him wearing basketball in his sportswear. Basketball up and down - “boom, boom ”. I slowed down, quietly followed behind him, autumn days, more than ten meters away, half an hour away, silent all the way. Braised clouds were eroded by the dark, a road, two fork mouth,