秋,清爽、安静。走进邻家奶奶的小院。慵懒困倦的秋日阳光透过梧桐叶的缝隙,洒下斑斑驳驳的碎影。奶奶正采着野菊花,她弓着背,弯着腰,微眯着眼。她一手拨开野菊花茂密的枝叶,一手摘下如小太阳一般的花朵,捧在手心,照亮了脸庞。一朵朵金色的小菊花明艳靓丽,小精灵们轻轻地探出头,与身旁的小草相拥,却不与任何 Autumn, fresh and quiet. Into the neighbor’s grandma’s small courtyard. Lazy sleepy autumn sunshine through the leaves of the Indus gap, shed speckled barbed broken shadows. Grandmother is holding wild chrysanthemum, she bowed back, bent over, slightly squinted. In one hand, she lifted the dense branches and leaves of wild chrysanthemums and plucked flowers like small sun in one hand, holding her face in her palm and illuminating her face. A blossoming golden little chrysanthemum bright and beautiful, elf gently head out, and the grass beside us embracing, but not with any