一叶落而知秋。立秋过后,秋意一点点沁入天地之间。天空一碧如洗。云薄了些,风凉了些,来往的大雁多了些。雁们用它们优美的身形,在空中写着美丽的十四行诗,或者进行别的艺术造型。当人们仰望天空的时候,诗意就来了。“鸟儿已经飞过,天空却没有它们的痕迹。”云过无痕,鸟过无踪,但总有些什么,是会留下来的吧。是什么呢?是季节的叹息,还是大自然的自 Fall leaves and autumn. After the establishment of autumn, autumn a little Qin into heaven and earth. Bi a sky wash. The cloud is thinner, the cooler, the geese coming and going more. Wild goose who use their beautiful physique, in the air, wrote a beautiful sonnet, or other artistic modeling. When people look up to the sky, poetics come. “The birds have flown, but the sky has no trace of them.” “The clouds are without marks and the birds are gone, but there is always something to stay behind.” What is it? Is the sigh of the season, or nature itself