一阵风掠过我的耳际。秋天来了。风是秋的统治者,我暗想。于是便将红的枫叶、黄的枝干从记忆中删去。每逢秋日,头脑常常处于一种似梦非梦的状态,开始将现实幻化。有时试想蒙古的草原能否颠倒过来,让绵羊吃掉白云;幻想海中的岛屿像船一样自如航行,是否会造成交通堵塞;妄想世界上或许存在拧发条的鸟,在听不到的发条声中使地球转 A gust of wind passed my ear. Autumn has come. The wind is the ruler of autumn, I thought. So the red maple leaves and yellow branches were removed from memory. Every autumn, the mind is often in a state of dreams and dreams, beginning to illusion of reality. Sometimes Imagine if Mongolia’s prairie can be turned upside down to allow sheep to eat white clouds. Fantasy islands in the sea will sail like boats and will cause traffic jams. It may be that birds in the world may have whirling hairs, and they cannot hear the wind. The sound turns the earth