干燥的秋天总有一些干燥的故事飘扬在收获的季节里阳光亮亮地照在大山上明暗凹凸很分明原来山分八面其实人也分八面稻谷谦卑地弯着腰人们已先收割着稻香播扬喜悦大雁的影子掠过了天空扇下一些凉意草儿蓬着乱糟糟的脑袋嘴唇干裂再也没有谁喃喃负手扣东篱秋菊不再孤标傲世不再寂 There are always some dry stories flying in the dry autumn. In the harvest season, the sun shines brightly on the mountains. The bright and dark bumps are very clear. The original mountain is divided into eight sides. In fact, the people are divided into eight sides. The rice is humbled and humbled. People have harvested the rice first. Fragrant soaring happily The shadow of the geese crossed the sky and fanced some cool grass. The chaotic head was cracked. No one whispered the handcuffs. Dong Qiu Chrysanthemum was no longer alone.