小街边孤伶伶颤栗着的那一排梧桐树上，最后一片黄叶也被尖硬的秋风打落了。霜降刚过，城郊的田野里便开始结起了一层白茫茫的霜花。透过小街那酽酽的荒寂，我又想起了故乡老屋边的那棵柿树。在这残秋将尽的时节，它又该满挂起一树鲜艳夺目的“小太阳”了吧？那棵柿树其实已经 On the side of the street, a row of parasol tree shivering, the last piece of yellow leaves was also sharp autumn wind knocked down. Just after the frost fell, the suburbs of the fields began to start a layer of white frost. Through the shabby desolate street, I remembered the old house near the persimmon trees. In this season of the remnants of autumn, it should be full of hanging a tree a colorful “Little Sun” right? That persimmon actually already