火气旺盛的夏哥哥走了,温柔漂亮的秋姑娘迈着轻盈的步伐走来了。秋姑娘是一位画师。她手拿画笔,向天空一抹,天空就变得碧蓝碧蓝的,好像一块巨大的蓝缎子;云朵就变得轻轻的、白白的,好像一床床铺在空中的鹅绒被。她手拿画笔,向树林一点,白杨树的叶子就变得黄黄的,好像闪闪发亮的金币;枫树的叶子就变得一片火红,好像燃烧的晚霞。她手拿画笔, Exuberant summer brother gone, gentle and pretty autumn girl came light pace. Autumn girl is an artist. With her brush in her hand and a touch of the sky, the sky became blue and blue, like a huge blue satin; the clouds became soft, white, like a goose down in the air. Her hand brush, a little to the woods, poplar leaves become yellow, shiny gold like; maple leaves become a red, like a burning sunset. She took a brush in her hand