一A城1921年的秋天景色真好。当我写下这个句子的时候,1921年的秋天已过去了九十三年。然而生活在A城中的我,目光还没有离开他描述过的那年秋天,还憧憬着在那个节气里来回走动。那天上午,当我一连数日为苦苦寻找那个秋天,而口干舌燥地感觉到有了心烦意躁时,大风从身后的江堤上刮过来,那几朵原先悬浮在江南田野上空的云彩,也迅速地越过河流、越过堤岸,来到 A city of autumn in 1921 nice scenery. When I wrote this sentence, ninety-three years passed in the fall of 1921. However, living in the city of A, I did not look away from the autumn he described, but also looking forward to move around in the solar terms. That morning, when I was searching for that autumn for several days in a row, and my thirsty feeling of upset, the gale was scraping over the embankment behind me. The clouds also quickly crossed the river and crossed the bank to come