秋天在我缥缈的思绪中,这样来了,恍恍惚惚。家乡如逝去了的夏之曲,飘摇在秋间。蓦然,一瓣残花在微风中轻轻颤动,悄然落在我的肩上。不远处有一棵不高的花树,它正竭尽全力绽放着最后的艳丽。在秋风中,我瑟瑟地走向那树。冷不丁,又是一片花瓣轻轻触碰我的脸颊,继而又卧倒在我的脚边。隐约之中,我发现这残瓣上刻着一个“秋”字。曾经的生趣盎然,曾经的热 Fall in my shy thoughts, so come, trance. Hometown passing summer song, sway in the autumn. Suddenly, a stubble gently fluttered in the breeze, quietly fell on my shoulder. Not far from a flower tree is not high, it is doing its best to bloom the last gorgeous. In the autumn wind, I stroll toward the tree. Cold, but also a petals gently touch my cheek, and then lying down on my feet. Cloaking, I found that the residual valve engraved with a “Autumn” word. Used to be lively, once hot