转眼间天又转凉了,我竖起衣领漫无目的地走在这久违的街道上。小矮房,老木屋,木屋后的空地,这一切的一切都未改变,只是,这里少了曾经的喧闹,零星的几个行色匆匆的行人在阵阵秋风中一闪而过,构成一幅无限惨淡的画。又一阵秋风,我欣喜若狂,在风中,我闻到了桂花的香气,这伴我度过? In the twinkling of an eye, it turned cold again. I set up my collar and walked aimlessly on this long-lost street. Small houses, old wooden houses, open spaces behind wooden huts, all of which have not changed, but there is less noise here, and several sporadic pedestrians flash through in the autumn wind to form a Infinity of bleak paintings. Another fall, I am ecstatic, in the wind, I smell the aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus, which accompanied me to spend?