秋天是一个美丽的季节。我站在屋后的竹林里仰望,大雁的队伍正在竹叶罅隙里的天空安静地穿插,像浩淼的海面上靠向岸边的帆船。这似乎是一个美丽的征兆。我想,也许就是昨夜,大雁宽厚的翅膀扇破了盛夏里匆忙结下的蛛网,扇乱了平静的湖面,扇红了山上的 Autumn is a beautiful season. As I stood in the bamboo forest behind the house, I looked up and the team of wild geese was quietly interspersed in the sky in the bamboo leaf crevice, like the sailboat on the vast sea facing the shore. This seems to be a beautiful sign. I think, maybe last night, the wild geese’s generous wings swept through the cobwebs that rushed in mid-summer, and the fan chaotically calmed the lake and made it red on the mountain.