秋天,战争不断进行着,但我们再也不去打仗了。米兰(意大利西北部城市)的深秋冷飕飕的,天黑得很早。转眼间华灯初上,沿街看看橱窗很惬意。店门外挂着许多野味:雪花洒在狐狸的卷毛上,寒风吹起蓬松的尾巴;掏空内脏的僵硬的鹿沉甸甸地吊着;一串串小鸟在风中飘摇,羽毛翻舞着。这是一个很冷的秋天,风从山岗上吹来。每天下午,我们都上医院去。医院很古 In the fall, the war continues, but we will not fight again. The late autumn of Milan, a city in the northwestern Italy, was cold early in the morning. Blink of an eye at the beginning, take a look at the window is very comfortable. There are many games hanging outside the shop door: snow on the fox curls, cold wind blowing fluffy tail; hollow visceral stiff deer hanging heavy hanging; a string of birds swaying in the wind, feathers dancing . This is a very cold autumn, the wind blowing from the hills. Every afternoon, we go to the hospital. The hospital is old