冬已悄然临至,步履日渐沉重,我独自漫步在这荒村。狂风卷着乱草,枯叶在空中飞旋,一派“草萧疏,水萦纡”的景象。仰望头顶的大雁在乌云滚滚中高傲南飞,不知它是否带回边境的捷报,来安慰古稀之年的我?寒风阵阵袭来,刺骨透心,白须飘乱,银发吹散。无奈,我只好回到荒村大树旁的陋室中。雷声轰然而至,接二连三,惊得山坡上的牛羊一阵阵骚动。太 The winter has come quietly and the steps have become increasingly heavy. I walk alone in this deserted village. The winds were swirling and the dead leaves swirling in the air. Looking up at the head of the geese in the clouds soaring in the South fly, I do not know whether it brought back to the border of the news, to comfort me in the past seven years, the cold winds hit, piercing heart, white to be drifting, silver hair blowing. In desperation, I had to return to the dormitory near the big tree in the barren village. The thunderous boom struck but one after another, stunned the cattle and sheep on the hillside. too