有一首歌,这首歌令人如痴如醉,沉浸其中,无法自拔。这首歌是轻柔的。不像夏雨的气势汹汹,秋雨绵绵的、细细密密的,润湿了路面,润湿了房檐。我撑着伞走在细雨里,把手伸出伞外去触摸雨点,凉凉的,清爽极了。一阵风吹过,几丝雨飘进伞里,飘到了我脸上。一些黄的、红的树叶被风的手指拨弄落下,追随着风在空中打旋,最后落在街面上,湿漉漉地贴着地面,给大地穿上一件迷彩服。 There is a song, this song is mesmerizing, immersed, unable to extricate themselves. This song is gentle. Unlike the summer rain of menacing, autumn rain, thin, wet the road, wet the eaves. I walked in the rain with my umbrella, my hand out of the umbrella to touch the rain, cool, refreshing. A gust of wind blew, a few rain drifted into the umbrella, floated to my face. Some yellow, red leaves were struck by the fingers of the wind falling, following the wind in the air swirling, and finally fell on the street, wet close to the ground, put a camouflage on the earth.