古今往来,古人对秋总是多愁善感,一句“红烛秋光冷画屏,轻罗小扇扑流萤”蕴入多少深愁。小时候的我总认为,秋高气爽,人们自然是高兴的,长大了,感触到古人的秋情。周末时,我去了岳麓山,山脚下气清入脾,风不大却凉,不轻却缓,让我赏出一股诗人忧虑的情怀。于是,我静下心,一步一步往上慢行。山路如巨蛇般绕在山间,路陡却不长,走走停停,枫叶红了,银杏黄了,在一片片绿树丛中,显得耀眼又孤单。梧桐树上几片寥寥的荒叶,挣扎 Ancient and modern exchanges, the ancients are always sentimental autumn, a “red candle autumn cold painting screen, light Luo small fan flutter firefly” "into the number of deep sorrow. When I was a child, I always thought that people were naturally happy, grown up, and felt the autumn love of the ancients. Weekends, I went to Yuelu Mountain, the mountain at the foot of the Qing gas into the spleen, the wind is not cool, not light but slow, let me enjoy a poet anxiety. So, I calm down, slow step by step upward. Mountain road like a serpent-like around the mountain, steep road is not long, stop and go, maple red, ginkgo yellow, in a piece of green trees, it is dazzling and lonely. Plank tree a few pieces of deserted leaves, struggling