Autumn rolls in memory

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Autumn to me is not just a season of the year but a magical moment, where childhood memories roll up and return every time there is a bit of a chilly wind, every time the yellow leaves start to scatter all over the street. It is the season of peaceful memories, no rush, no noise, just simple and peaceful moments, clear laughter and fun games that we enjoy together throughout the long afternoon.

Back then, every early autumn morning, my friends and I in the neighborhood often ran outside to play. Autumn was like a quiet picture when the yellow leaves slowly fell, covering the small dirt road. We held hands and ran along the streets, flying kites or playing jump rope, innocently like children who had never known anxiety. Perhaps, autumn in my memory is always associated with those outdoor games. There were days when it was lightly raining, we ran outside, playing in the puddles. The laughter rang out like bells, bustling, without any anxiety. I remember, after those naughty games, the whole group gathered under the porch, sitting and listening to grandma tell stories. Everyone was clamoring, fighting for the seat closest to grandma, their eyes shining, waiting for each word. Grandma was the best storyteller I have ever known. With a warm and gentle voice, she told stories of ancient fairy tales, of clever rabbits, beautiful fairies or the wonderful adventures of brave boys. Little Lan sat still, her eyes wide open as if she wanted to absorb every word she said, while Ti sat right next to her, his mouth moving along with each story. All of us children were eager, listening as if those stories were magic that brought us into the magical worlds she had drawn. That autumn, although there were no magical adventures like in fairy tales, I always felt like a character in those stories. When the golden sunlight gradually weakened, through the leaves, we sat silently under the shade of the trees, chatting about the small dreams that each of us carried in our hearts. The gentle autumn wind blew through, creating rustling sounds of leaves, like the whispers of nature. We just sat together, feeling the breath of autumn, and every time we remembered, that peaceful feeling still lingered in our hearts.

And what could be more beautiful than gathering around the family for dinner when autumn comes? Grandma prepares delicious, simple dishes, such as bowls of sweet soup and hot sweet potato cakes. The aroma of sweet potatoes and sour soup mixed in the air, warming everyone's heart. Every time I eat, I feel a strange warmth, as if autumn has entered every breath of the family. My friends, each with their own portion of sweet potato cake, secretly took a few bites and giggled, causing grandma to scold them lovingly: "Eat slowly, or you'll be too full to eat!" The whole family gathered together, their voices and laughter filled the air. The warm yellow lights shone on their beloved faces, creating a perfect, beautiful and peaceful autumn picture.

Now, every time autumn comes, those memories come flooding back to me. I remember the long days of running around, the laughter echoing in the quiet space of the countryside, the afternoons with friends running out to the fields and sitting watching the sunset. Every time, we just sat there, silently watching the scenery, with only the sound of the wind rustling through the golden rice fields, the chirping of birds in the vast space. I also remember the times sitting next to my grandmother, listening to her tell stories about a distant past, about memories that she cherished as precious gifts of time.

And autumn, to me, is always a wonderful season. Not because of the big things but because of the simple and peaceful moments, which contain all the sweetness of childhood. The yellow leaves, the peaceful afternoons, all are indispensable pieces in the picture of childhood memories, weaving a perfect picture that I will never forget./.

Linh Chau

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