深秋,战争不断进行着,但我们再也不去打仗了。米兰(意大利城市)的深秋冷飕飕的,天黑得很早。转眼间华灯初上,沿街看看橱窗很惬意。店门外挂着许多野味,雪花洒在狐狸的卷毛上,寒风吹起它蓬松的尾巴;掏空内脏的僵硬的鹿沉甸甸地吊着;一串串小鸟在风中飘摇,羽毛翻舞着。这是一个很冷的秋天,风从山冈上吹来。每天下午,我们都上医院 In the autumn, the war continues, but we will not go to war again. Milan (Italian city) late autumn cold, dark early. Blink of an eye at the beginning, take a look at the window is very comfortable. There are many games hanging outside the shop, the snow sprinkled on the fox’s curls, the cold wind blowing its fluffy tail; emptied hollow deer hanging heavy heavy hanging; a string of birds swaying in the wind, feather dance With This is a very cold autumn, the wind blowing from the hills. Every afternoon, we all go to the hospital