周末,爸爸带我们来到文成红枫古道。枫叶还未全红,只是叶间泛出了点点亮红,远远看去,好像一座黄色的山坡外围,被轻轻勾勒出一层水红。晚上,我们在不远的安福寺住下了。安福寺的夜晚静得连一丝虫鸣、一缕鸟叫都没有。一天的时间从美景中飞快溜走了,我们被美景所吸引,被美景所触动,触景生情,我和爸爸相约各自作诗一首,比比谁写得好,由公 Weekend, dad took us to Wencheng Maple Road. Maple leaves have not all red, but leaves dotted a little bright red, from afar, like a yellow hillside periphery, was gently sketched a layer of water red. In the evening, we stayed in Anfu Temple nearby. Anfu temple night was so quiet that even a trace of insects, a ray of birds are not. One day’s time flies away from the beautiful scenery, we are attracted by the beautiful scenery, touched by the beautiful scenery, touch the scenery, I and my dad meet each other to make a poem, better than who wrote well, by the public