“夏天的飞鸟,飞到我窗前唱歌,又飞去了。”“秋天的黄叶,它们没有什么可唱,只叹息一声,飞落在那里。”就像在闲静的下午看到了一句短短的诗,然后勾起了对已逝去的秋天的怀念,好像后脚还没有跨出门槛,又满怀着对即将到来的夏天的期盼。可以回到秋天,在火一样的红叶前停下,体味凋零前的灿烂;可以迈到夏天,享受暴雨后的清新。而一切想象都只缘于一句短短的诗。可以是热烈、温暖、凄厉、忧伤和无 “The summer flying birds flew to my window to sing and fly.” “The autumn yellow leaves, they have no singing, only sigh and fly there.” "Just like in a quiet Afternoon, I saw a short poem, and then evoke memories of the fallen autumn, as if the hind feet have not crossed the threshold, but also full of hope for the coming summer. You can go back to the autumn, stop in front of the red leaf with the same fire and witness the splendor before dying; you can step into the summer and enjoy the freshness after the heavy rain. And all imagination is only due to a short poem. Can be warm, warm, mournful, sad and without