秋日的清晨对我来说是最美好的:呼吸着轻薄如纱丽般飘扬的薄雾,掬一捧剔透如珍珠般灵动的露珠,憧憬幽香如丹桂般的梦想之花……尽情地让每个细胞浸润在秋晨的气息中。那天,不知不觉间,我来到了“梦幻街”路牌下。“咦,这奇特的名字,好像从来没见过。”我放缓脚步,好奇地打量起周边:这是一条十分雅致的街道,两边布置着各种奇特的咖吧,其间被造型各异的花草藤蔓缠绕,显得格外淡雅、文气。街道的尽头,一扇古色的朱红 The early morning of autumn is the best for me: breathe light and light like the saree-like mist, sip a dew-like pearl that is like a pearl, and savor the fragrance of a dream-like flower... Let each cell infiltrate the breath of autumn morning. On that day, unconsciously, I came to the “Dream Street” street sign. “Oh, this strange name seems to have never been seen before.” "I slowed down and looked around curiously: this is a very elegant street, with various strange coffee bars on both sides. Different flowers and vines twine, it is particularly elegant and gentle. At the end of the street, a patina of vermilion