秋的诉说,从秋意阑珊叙到初冬梦寒,千回百转,用一个季节便历尽世事的沧桑,彻悟人世的凄凉。秋的细语,缀满枝头,摇曳在细密的阳光里,飒飒而落,散进清风,潜入稻香。秋高气爽的天气,暖暖的屋子里,一杯清茶,随时光流逝而浅去,那些忘却多年的旧事又慢慢忆起。忆起,又能怎样?回头望向天空,浮云飘过,亦不着痕迹。秋的低喃,化作一阵零零落落的夜雨,说与那花儿叶儿听,于是清晨,残红一袭,落叶一地。着一件毛农,与冷风一同穿过庭院,看 Autumn tells the story of autumn and winter Syria described the early winter dreams, thousands of revolutions, with one season will have experienced the vicissitudes of life, thorough understanding of the world’s desolate. Autumn whisper, decorated with branches, swaying in the fine sunshine, rustling fall, scattered into the breeze, diving into Daoxiang. Autumn weather, warm house, a cup of tea, with the passage of time as shallow, forget those years of old things and slowly recalled. Recall, but also what? Looking back to the sky, floating clouds drifting, nor with traces. Autumn murmur, turned into a glittering night rain, saying that flowers and leaves to hear, so early in the morning, red dressed, leaves a place. A wool farmer, walking through the courtyard with the cold wind, looked