The weather starts to turn cooler, and in the grass, the autumn insects start to chirp again. I still remember that when the sound of autumn insects rings, my thoughts will fly back to those days. It seems that they understand me the most. Every time I am sad, they are willing to accompany me through the nights of tears.
Autumn is the season of harvest and also the season of parting. We are just like these little insects in the grass. No matter how loudly we shout at the beginning, we still cannot escape the fate of leaving in the end. After the harvest, no matter whether the fruits are good or bad, we have to bid farewell to the withered grass and trees and enter a new round of winter.