九月,风中渐寒,栀子花落;九月,又看见银杏树的叶子透出好看的浅黄色,即使在黑暗里,也看得见那一树灿烂绰约的光影,像是要为人世间最恒久的守望者一一开启,开出永不荒芜的智慧之花。九月,阳光失去了灼热的温度,细雨渐成空中的舞客,独自扭动腰枝,任由她再三漫舞。时光仍是快得让人咋舌,八月将过,九月接踵,一年已去大半。 In September, the wind fell cold, gardenia flowers; in September, also saw ginkgo tree leaves revealing nice yellow, even in the dark, but also see that tree bright and graceful light and shadow, like to be human The world’s most permanent watchmen open one by one, out of the flower of wisdom never barren. In September, the sun loses the hot temperature, the rain gradually became the air dancer, alone twisting the waist, let her dance again and again. Time is still staggering fast, August will be in September, one after another, has gone to more than half.