夜幕降临,天气开始转凉。我望向窗外,初冬的寒风掀起枯黄的落叶,发出“刷刷”的声音,像华美清新的歌。夕阳的余晖是一片孤落的残黄。几只归鸦尖叫着飞过天空,偶尔出现的淡云,宛如它们悲伤的踪迹,整个天空就像 As night fell, the weather began to cool. I looked out the window, early winter cold wind set off yellow leaves, issued a “brush” sound, like a gorgeous fresh song. The sunset is a lonely residual yellow. A few Jackal screaming fly through the sky, the occasional light clouds, like their sad trail, the sky is like