秋虫翠滴的嗓音,喊来一个秋字,秋天就鼓起了金黄的小嘴。像一张网,一抛,洒一路音乐之声。花香的季节,它在瞌睡。活着,只为金风唱响。瞧,它的优雅弹唱,把黑色的夜空划出了一道缝隙。一颗流星逃亡。我家院落里的秋丝瓜秋天的阳光,把我家的院子照耀,狗儿伸起了懒腰。一朵朵鹅黄色的丝瓜花,如一枚枚早起的小太阳,打着小阳伞,抿笑。 Autumn worm Tsui dripping voice, shouting a autumn word, the autumn drums up the golden mouth. Like a net, a throw, sprinkle the sound of music all the way. Floral season, it is drowsy. Alive, only for the wind sing. Look, it’s graceful, singing the black night sky out of a gap. A meteor escape. The autumn sunshine of autumn gourd in my courtyard brought the courtyard of my house to shine, and the dog stretched out lazily. Blossoming goose yellow loofah flowers, such as a small early morning sun, a small parasol, smiled.