深秋的早晨,我走进一片白杨树林。明媚的阳光,被一排排高大挺拔的白杨梳理成一缕缕,斜斜地射进来,让树林里弥漫着金色的光晕。树上的叶子差不多掉光了,只有那些粗细不等的光秃秃的枝条仍然顽强地指向深邃的天空。给人一种简约之美,也给人一种苍凉之感。 Late autumn morning, I walked into a poplar forest. Bright sunshine, was tall and straight rows of white poplar sort into a plume, obliquely shoot in, let the woods filled with golden halo. The leaves on the tree almost fell out, and only the bare branches of varying thickness still tenaciously pointed to the deep sky. Give a simple beauty, but also gives a sense of desolation.