秋雨后的黄昏,我踏着金黄色的落叶,漫步在阿尔斯特湖畔的石子路上。款慢平适的清波正欲昏昏睡去,却被几只天鹅扑打着翅膀摇醒,眨巴着波光粼粼的眼睛。暮色里回荡着教堂的钟声,不断在草丛里、树叶间、瓦楞下打转,古老的石头建筑掩藏在高大的树影后,橙红 After the autumn rain, I walked on the gravel road along the Alster Lake on golden leaves. The slow-paced Qing Bo was about to fall asleep, but was swept by the wings of several swans and woke up with sparkling eyes. In the twilight, the bells of the church echoed and kept spinning in the grass, among the leaves, and under the corrugated walls. The ancient stone buildings were hidden behind the tall trees.