每年入秋,天空变得动荡不安,晚饭要掌灯,瑟瑟抖动的树上也开始有了黄叶,我要对你们说一说这使我回想起了什么;我还要对你们说一说,在十月最初的日子里,我穿过卢森堡公园时看见了什么。此时的卢森堡公园有些忧伤,但也比别的时候更美丽,因为树叶一片一片地落在白色雕像的肩上。这时我看见公园里有一个小家伙,双手插在口袋里,背着书包,活像一只蹦蹦跳跳的麻雀,正往学校里去呢。只有我的 Every autumn, the sky has become turbulent, the supper begins with the lamp, and the shivering trees begin to have the yellow leaves. I want to tell you something that reminds me of what I think; and I will say to you, What did I see when I walked through Luxembourg Park on the very first days of October? The Luxembourg Park at this time a little sad, but also more beautiful than the other time, because the leaves fall on the shoulders of the white statue. At this moment I saw a little guy in the park, his hands in his pockets, his backpack, like a bouncing sparrow, going to school. Only mine