天气渐渐地凉了起来,每年一到这段时间,我就会想起我的母亲。以往的日子里,她总是第一个报告秋天到来的讯息:邻家壁炉中冒出的缕缕清烟把夜空镶上大理石般的条纹;猛然发出的那麻雀们急促的歌声;微暗、稀薄的晨光……秋季里,我们要从大自然中学习的知识太多太多。于是,她编织了 As the weather gets cooler, as soon as this time of year arrives, I will think of my mother. In the past, she was always the first one to report the arrival of the fall: plumes of smoke from the neighboring fireplaces marring the night sky with marble-like stripes; The morning light ... ... autumn, we have to learn too much from nature. So she weaved