自古逢秋悲寂寥。(用诗句起笔,开篇不凡)只不过是一阵轻轻的风,枝上的树叶悄悄地打了个盹儿,旋着转儿飘落下来。它随着风摇曳着,跳起了生命的第一支也是最后一支舞,古典。它最终降落在了地上,安静的,不带走一丝云彩。(让人联想起徐志摩的《再别康桥》)望着它瘦小的身影,我的心 Since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely. (The beginning of a verse and the extraordinary opening) was just a gentle wind. The leaves on the branch quietly shivered and rolled down. It swayed with the wind and jumped up the first and last dance of life, classical. It eventually landed on the ground, quiet, without taking a trace of clouds. (Reminiscent of Xu Zhimo’s “No More Kangqiao”) Looking at its thin figure, my heart