寻秋虽然,田垄上还有补种的农人;虽然,沃野上还有迟堆的草垛;虽然,蓝天上还有晚返的小鸟,可秋还是离我们去了,拖着一条尾巴,汗涔涔的,还卷走了些许收获的惬意和劳作的倦意,去了,深藏在一个光阴轮回里。初冬分明是带着寒意来的,它传递着萧瑟,也嬗变着严谨;它传承着粮仓对丰收的渴望,也梳理着汗水对理想的解读。在初冬面前,我们丰满的思绪被寒意箍上一道痕记。我们在初冬里行走,寻觅擦身而过的秋。眼 Although there are still late stacks of haystacks on the fields, there are still late birds on the blue sky, and the autumn is still away from us, dragging a tail , Sweating, but also swept away some of the pleasant harvest and tiredness of labor, go, hidden in a time of reincarnation. Early winter clearly comes with the chill, it transmits the bleak, but also transmutation rigorous; it inherits the granary desire for harvest, but also sort out sweat ideal interpretation. In the early winter, our full thoughts were hoop hoops on a trace. We walk in the early winter, looking for the passing of the autumn. eye