世界如同一个大舞台。每个人的一生就象一首歌，曲调的高低，节奏的快慢，受众的多少都取决于唱歌的人自己，你是想把它带向风？带向云？还是带向苍穹？这就要看你怎样去引吭高歌。 悄悄的，秋的脚步走近了。北国的秋天，总是在不经意间，光顾到人们身边。秋风吹过，染黄了原野 The world is like a big stage. Everyone’s life is like a song, the level of melody, the pace of rhythm, the audience depends on the number of people singing themselves, you want to bring it to the wind? With the cloud? Or to the sky? This depends on how you sing to sing. Quietly, the pace of autumn approached. Autumn in the North, always inadvertently, patronize people around. Autumn breeze, yellowing the wilderness