秋,偷偷地从我身边钻了出来。不知从何时起,老屋的檐下有了它们的身影,虽是移居的新客,可它们的羽翼扑棱着异乡泥土的味儿。春天,天气渐渐暖和起来,殷勤的它们用剪刀裁出了柔美的柳叶,裁出了灿烂的山花;夏天到了,雏燕懒懒地从巢中探出小脑袋,细看檐边坠雨,静听雨打芭蕉;稻子熟了,秋天 Autumn, secretly drilled out from me. I do not know since when, under the eaves of the old house with their presence, although it is a migrant newcomers, but their wings flapping the smell of exotic soil. Spring, the weather getting warmer, attentive they cut out the soft willow with scissors, cut out the brilliant mountain flowers; summer arrived, young Yan lazy to explore the small head out from the nest, look at the eaves side of the rain, Listen rain banana; rice cooked, autumn