八月将尽,秋意已经来袭。太阳落山了。突然一阵暴雨,没有雷声,也没有闪电,刚刚洒过我们广袤的原野。房前的花园燃烧着,蒸腾着,全部都沐浴在晚霞的火焰里,浸泡在雨后的水泽之中。她坐在客厅里一张桌子旁边,透过半开的房门,若有所思地凝视着花园。我知道此时她在想什么。 August will be done, Autumn has struck. The sun sets. Suddenly a heavy rain, no thunder, no lightning, just spilled over our vast fields. The front garden burning, transpiration, all bathed in the flames of the sunset, soaked in the water after the rain Ze. She sat next to a table in the living room, staring thoughtfully into the garden through the half-open door. I know what she’s thinking at this moment.