屋前有一棵枫树。金秋十月,树上每一片叶子都换上了红艳的长裙。微风拂过,叶子翻着跟头,远远望去就像一团火。这高高的红枫树,每一片叶子上都承载着我童年的回忆,宛如迎风舞动的风铃,摇出那洋溢着快乐的往事。儿时最大的乐趣就是在秋天的傍晚,躺在枫树下,听爷爷奶奶讲述他们年轻时的故事。红枫树沙沙作响,仿佛也对故事十分感兴趣。 There is a maple tree in front of the house. Autumn in October, every leaf of the tree was replaced by a gorgeous dress. Breeze breeze, leaves turning his heels, looked at from afar like a fire. This tall red maple tree, each leaf carries the memories of my childhood, like the wind chimes windward, shaking out the joy of the past filled with joy. The greatest pleasure of childhood is in the autumn evening, lying under the maple, listening to grandparents talk about their young story. Red maple rustle, as if also very interested in the story.