清晨,我还沉醉在梦境里,耳畔就奏响了淅沥淅沥的乐声。穿好衣服,推开窗户,一阵秋的寒意顿时袭满了全身,放眼望去,原来是老天爷为了御寒,穿上了一件银丝背心! 雨不甚大,犹如千万颗流星在清晨划过。那细而清秀的雨丝,恰似老奶奶头上的银发,又好像赫尔墨斯的琴弦。快乐的雨点,在大地这个鼓面上敲响了一曲《秋之序曲》。 In the morning, I was still drunk in my dreams. After getting dressed and pushing open the window, a chilly autumn suddenly hit the whole body and he looked ahead. It was God who tried to keep out the cold and put on a silver vest! The rain was not big, like ten million meteors crossed in the early morning. . The delicate and delicate rain, like the hair on the head of her grandmother, is like the strings of Hermes. The happy raindrops rang a song “The Autumn Overture” on the drumstick of the earth.