10月29日晴送走了生机盎然的春夏,迎来了落叶漫飞的深秋。走在冷清的大街上,看着两旁的树木在风的吹动下摇着脑袋,像正在低头吟咏诗文的文人墨客。而飘飞的落叶则如同那文才飞扬的诗句。“呼”地一声一辆汽车飞驰而过,把散落一地的金黄荡成了碎片,在空中不断地打着旋儿,跳着优 On October 29th, Qing sent the vibrant spring and summer, and ushered in the late fall of the leaves. Walking on the deserted street, watching the trees on both sides shake their heads under the blow of the wind, like the literati who are bowing to the poetry. And the falling leaves are like the verses that are literary. A car rushes past and slams into the debris of the golden land. It is constantly turning and playing in the air.