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A rain, quietly brought
the fall of sorrow, and to October, did not feel out of the window is a deep
autumn. Every October, has a vaguely scenery. Every October, there are
different feelings. Too hurried, this October came, has been trance the
impression of the past October. Too hurried, this year's October came, have
damped down the past memory in October. But in October of that year, it always
in my mind ripples out, not for anything else, because that year in October,
the maple leaf of red.
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Maple leaves from green
to red, from red to green, with the seasons of the cycle of change, each year
will be blazing bloom, but only that year in October, gorgeous in my eyes,
gorgeous in boundless Algonquin Mountains, gorgeous in my heart.
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The beauty of October is
the smile of the hard-working collectors. The beauty of October is the blue sky
and the faint cloud. The beauty of October is the coolness of the breeze. The
beauty of October is the calmness of the season. In the Algonquin Mountains in
October, is that little, a block, a section, a piece of brilliant red, bright
red, can make person spirit and quiet atmosphere of the red.
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That year in October, maple
leaf was red. That red is not static, and some very bright red, and some of the
red dim, and even bleak out of the character. But if not that dark red, eyeful
is dazzling bright, will seem frivolous. Without the bright red color, even
red, will feel depressed. In your eyes, is the "crimson cute or light red
cute"? That year in October, red maple, and that red is not endless red,
full of mountains above, there are many green. There are yellow and red in the
green, it is the fresh green, yellow noble, to foil a delicate and charming
red.
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Near, a piece of clear red
leaves, as well as the straight or curved blade, they are slightly curled
inside, from different angles to enjoy the attachment of the sun, reflecting
the deep and shallow red. In the distance, the mountains and plains above, or a
point, or a piece, misty among the green, the wind from the tip of the maple
leaf rolling, color waves somersault, transforming a variety of colors. There
are water, the wizard-like embellishment in the meantime, that clear blue, to
the already colorful landscape painted a fresh color.
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Looked up, between
the branches and leaves is clean sky, that blue is different from the water,
there is no cloud of floating lining but did not feel monotonous, pure water is
clean with more deep. Look down, layers of red, no grudges, no lament, every
corner and nature with the free and easy, still rustle of singing. Falling
leaves is not heartless, waiting for the new growth in spring. Regardless of
red and not red, this is the end-result of choice, it is had no choice but to
rebirth.
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In October of that year, maple leaf was red. That is the last time the
leaves bloom, it is the last glory of the leaves, and it is also the only time
in a year. That slim maple leaves, falling in the soundless, in the October,
suddenly gathered, and issued a red luster, at the last moment of life to prove
their existence, and then with the wind and falling.
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In October of that year,
maple leaf was red. All over my eyes, red through my heart.
That year in October, the
maple leaf red, under the blue sky, among the green mountains, in the
Algonquin.
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Algonquin Provincial
Park, (French: Parc provincial Algonquin) is a provincial park in Ontario,
Canada, which is located between the Gulf of Georgia and the Ottawa River. Its
area is 7,725 square kilometers. It was founded in 1893 and is the province and
also Canada's oldest park.
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