秋天的黄叶,一片一片掉落下来。凉风习习,树叶发出沙沙的声响,一点点地吹进人们的心田。在伴奏中,一位游子轻轻地走进了一个村落。风似停非停,在无限的静谧中,他走进了树林。他诵起了《水调歌头》,风儿为他伴奏,小草为他伴舞。野花的芬芳清香,点缀着这美妙绝伦的歌曲。山上的涓涓流水是诗歌的余韵,他走上石桥,俯身凝望朵朵浪花。忽然,乌云密布,雨悄悄地来了。在雨声的陪伴下,游子静静地欣赏着眼前的美景。秋雨淋洗着大地, Autumn yellow leaves, one by one drop down. Breezy, leaves the sound of rustling, a little bit into the hearts of people. In the accompaniment, a wanderer gently walked into a village. Wind seems to stop non-stop, in the infinite quiet, he walked into the woods. He chanted “the head of water tune”, the wind accompanies him, the grass accompanies him. Wild fragrance of fragrance, dotted with this fantastic song. Trickling water in the mountains is the afterthought of poetry, he embarked on the stone bridge, leaning over staring blossoming waves. Suddenly, the clouds were cloudy and the rain came quietly. Accompanied by rain, wandering quietly enjoy the beauty of the front. Autumn wash the earth,