一红鼠知道故事一进入秋天就该完了。这片枫叶林落叶萧萧。夕阳西下,有如一帘火挂在天边又坠落水上。这条小河的渔夫今天收工特别早,乌篷船泊在枫林下面一个浅滩上。它看见渔夫背着鱼网走了,乌篷伸长了盖住整个船只,远望去像一只乌龟正欲上岸哩。渔夫都从那条林间小路回村去了,那只红公鼠再也没同自己打过照面。 A red rat knows the story as soon as it enters the fall. This piece of maple forest leaves rustling. Setting sun, like a curtain fire hanging in the sky and falling water. The fisherman of this small river got off work very early today, and the awning boat was parked in a shallow shoal below the maple. It saw the fisherman carrying the fish net away, the awning stretched over the entire vessel, afar like a turtle trying to go ashore miles. The fisherman went back to the village from that forest road, and the red male mouse never made any appearances with himself.