秋天,满世界色彩斑斓,经霜的红叶艳丽了眼目,有雨的日子我躲在窗前读书,我越来越不舍得离开明亮了,明亮的世界给脑子想象,想那些曾经经历过的岁月,透过当下,温贫冷暖都走过了,都是好。一个“好”字,让我突然想到了两行文字:“只有自己才真正理解自己,只有自己才是自己的知己。”我记不得是哪位先生说过的话了,但是,我明白对自己的自信,也就是在四十岁左右。当年读鲁迅的小说《伤逝》,子君慨然 Autumn, colorful world, the creamy leaves gorgeous eyes, rainy days I hid in front of the window to study, I am more and more not willing to leave the bright, bright world to brain imagination, think those who have experienced the years Through the moment, warm and cold are gone, are good. A “good” character, I suddenly thought of two lines of text: “Only you really understand yourself, only yourself is their own friends. ” I can not remember which gentleman said, however, I understand my self-confidence, that is, at the age of forty. Then read Lu Xun’s novel “Mourning,” sub-Jun generous