一暮色笼罩的山岗上,枫香树叶都红了。山脚下的丝茅黄了,茅花也白了,晚风轻轻吹过,翻起的白茅花,像水浪般滚向山坡。再往下,是大片的红薯地,地里的红薯早已收进了薯窖,一堆堆的红薯藤铺在地里,让秋阳晒得半干,只等大人来打成捆,扛回家给家畜做过冬的草料。秋天的山坡,空旷得有点寂寞。爸爸躬下身子,将最后一堆红薯藤和杂草 Twilight shrouded hills, sweet gum leaves are red. Simao the foot of the yellow, the florid is white, the evening breezes gently blowing, turn the bogue flower, like water waves roll to the hillside. Further down, is a large sweet potato land, the sweet potato has long been incorporated into the potato cellar, piles of sweet potato rattan shop in the ground, so Qiuyang sun dried, only adult to play into a bundle, carry back Home to winter livestock fodder. Autumn slopes, a little lonely empty. Dad bowed his body, the last bunch of sweet potato vine and weeds