我又一次走在故乡铺满落叶的小路上,仰望湛蓝的天空,天空深邃而悠远。我倾听着枯叶碎裂时发出细碎的沙沙声响,观赏着微风轻盈地穿过树林时卷起枯黄的叶子飘飘扬扬地旋舞。我忽然想起了宋代诗人辛弃疾在《昭君怨》中的名句:落叶西风时候,人共青山都瘦。此时此刻,我已经站在秋风中的黄家甲坎了。我和古老的黄家甲坎有一种特殊的情结。当我发现 Once again, I walked the path covered with deciduous foliage in my hometown, looking up to the clear blue sky and deep and distant sky. I listened to the squeaking rustle of the dead leaves and watched the breeze rolling lightly through the woods and rolling the yellow leaves floating and dancing. I suddenly remembered the Song Dynasty poet Xin Qiji in “Zhaojun resentment” in the famous: when the leaves west westerly, people are thin. At this moment, I have stood Huangjiakan in the autumn wind. I have a special relationship with the ancient Huangjiajian. When I found out