清晨,小巷的尽头一个老者在卖柿子。青篾的竹筛上卧着三两个水柿子。鲜红饱满,娇艳欲滴,就像一个个待嫁的新娘,羞涩里有着期待,翘望中有着眷恋。微雨雁双飞,落花柿独立。凝望着一个个温润而鲜亮的柿子,心无来由地一阵悸动。柿子是深秋的心脏,只要你看到它燃烧在枝头,你就会对这个收获的季节充满深情和冀望。深秋,放眼望去,黄叶纷飞,水瘦山寒,是萧瑟寥落的。但 Early in the morning, an old man in the alley is selling persimmons. Barley bamboo sieve lying three or two water persimmons. Bright red full, tender and beautiful, like a bride to be married, shy in the look forward, Alice has a nostalgia. Slight rain goose fly, flower persimmon independence. Staring at a warm and bright persimmons, heart to heart burst throbbing. Persimmon is the heart of late autumn, as long as you see it burning in the branches, you will be full of affection and hope for the harvest season. Late autumn, looking ahead, yellow leaves flying, water, cold mountain, is bleak sparse. but