窗外,秋风瑟瑟。啊,又到了枫叶飘落的时节,迎来了弥漫金色的晚秋。好难写啊,我推开书桌上一摞摞的书,伸了一个懒腰。唉,还有一篇作文没写,我无奈地铺开稿纸……良久,良久,稿纸上仍是一片空白。我冲了一杯咖啡,推开窗户,凝视窗外。冷风吹来,窗外的枫叶似乎打了个寒战,几片带着生 Outside the window, the autumn wind blew. Ah, it was time for the fall of the Maple Leaf, and ushered in the golden late autumn. It’s hard to write. I pushed a book on the desk and stretched a lazy waist. Alas, there is still a essay that I have not written. I have no choice but to spread the manuscript.... For a long time, for a long time, the manuscript paper is still blank. I rushed for a cup of coffee, opened the window, and stared out of the window. As the cold wind blew, the maple leaves outside the window seemed to have shivered and a few tablets took him