夕阳,从山的那边落下;秋的惆怅,悄然升起。“悲哉,秋之为气也!”自古以来,悲就成了秋的一种色调,愁就成了诗人心上的秋。登高远眺,夕阳的点点光泽正在逐渐被黑暗吞噬,只有远处的零星红色还在苟延残喘。木叶孤独地在空中诉说着心中的哀伤,满目萧然,埋藏在心底的愁绪被习习的秋风萦绕、牵动,不免有些感伤。秋,在一页页枯黄的纸张里飘荡,在一个个 Sunset, from the other side of the mountain fall; autumn melancholy, quietly rising. “Sad indeed, the autumn is also angry!” "Since ancient times, sadness has become a kind of autumn color, worry became the poet’s heart autumn. Climbing overlooking the sunset a little bit of gloss is gradually engulfed by darkness, only scattered sporadic red is still lingering. Wood alone in the air tells the sadness of the heart, his eyes full of silence, buried in the heart of melancholy was the habit of the autumn wind linger, affect, can not help but feel sentimental. Autumn, floating in a page of yellow paper, one by one