又是一年的秋风萧瑟时,明显变得高远的天空被清晨笼罩着雾气的阳光映射出一种透明的深蓝色,令早起的我有了别样的舒畅。枯黄焦脆的落叶覆盖了通往训练场的小路,从它们上面踩过去,我的分量立刻化成了悉悉簌簌的声响。这种声音总像天籁无人打扰。只有天不亮就进城卖秋菜的农民们厚厚棉布包裹下的农用车突突作响,让这晨曲别有韵律。秋天对于他们意味着收获,一年的辛苦终于可以告一段落。一个停在路边为车上的男孩(儿子?孙子?)买早点的老农民对经过他身边的我露出友好的微笑,空荡荡的车斗以及他大声要早点的声音都在证明着他的自 Another year of autumn wind bleak, obviously become lofty sky was covered with misty morning sun mapping a transparent dark blue, so that I got up early and a different kind of comfortable. Wilt crisp leaves covered the path leading to the training ground, trampling them from above, and my weight immediately became the sound of familiarity. This sounds like no one sounds disturbing. Only dawn on the city to sell autumn vegetables farmer wrapped in thick cotton under the sudden impact of agricultural vehicles, so this morning song do not have rhythm. The fall means a harvest for them, and one year of hard work can finally come to an end. An old peasant who had stopped by the road for a boy on the road (son, grandson?) The early peasant farmers showed me a friendly smile, an empty car and his loud, early voice, all testifying to his self