又是一个金黄的深秋。我悠闲地漫步在银杏林中,脚下踩着松软而厚实的金黄色“地毯”。目光穿过林阴尽头,一圈圈光晕弥漫开来。稀疏落下的银杏叶,像是金黄的蝴蝶在秋风中旋转、旋转,仿佛在演绎一个个婉转凄美的故事。我理理身上的围巾,蹲下身来,捡拾起一片片落叶。一把把精致小巧的扇子,层叠于掌心,摇摇晃晃,仿佛风一吹就会飞出。我细细地凝视着这些落叶,一丝丝纹路清晰可见,错乱却不失美感。仿佛每一笔,都是大自然 It is a golden late autumn. I leisurely walk in the ginkgo forest, foot stepping soft and thick golden “carpet ”. Lin Yin through the end of the eye, filled with halo halo. Sparsely falling Ginkgo biloba, like a golden butterfly in the autumn wind rotation, rotation, as if in the interpretation of a poignant and poignant story. My body scarves, crouched down, picked up a piece of leaves. A small and exquisite fan, cascading in the palm of your hand, rickety, as if the wind blows will fly out. I stare carefully at these leaves, a trace of the lines clearly visible, but without losing the beauty of confusion. As if every pen, are nature