秋在诗叙里沉醉“榈庭多落叶,慨然知已秋”。不经意间,一阵新凉掠过发际,有如偈语醍醐灌顶;蓦然抬头,见枝头黄叶翩跹于晚霞里,若烟若岚,若诗若仙,这才从繁忙的琐碎中拾起季节的记忆:秋,已姗姗来矣!寒来暑往,时序更迭。尽管四季变幻,忽忽而往,而让我青睐的、留恋的、珍惜的,却总是秋天。在我的眼中,秋是一位不饰铅华、端庄惠雅、韵深魅广的娉婷少女,于微凉的风中行进在金黄的节气之上。 Autumn in the poetry intoxicated “Palm Court more leaves, generously known autumn has been”. Inadvertently, while a new cool swept over the hairline, like a 偈 醍 醍 醐 irrigation; suddenly looked up, see the yellow leaves of the branches in the evening light, if the smoke Ruoran, if the poem if immortality, which picks up from the busy trivial season The memory: autumn, has been carried forward! Cold to summer, timing changes. Although the seasons change, suddenly flicker, and let me favor, nostalgia, cherish, but always fall. In my eyes, autumn is a decorative girl, dignified and graceful, rich and charming charm of the girl, in cool weather moving in the golden solar terms above.