凛冽的寒风还未真正到来,嗖嗖的寒气却早已肆意席卷大地;枝头的腊梅还未绽放,桂花的清香却已弥漫在空气中;败黄的残叶还未落去,火红的枫叶却渲染了天空。秋,踩着轻盈的步伐,带着怡人的微笑,在某个夜晚悄悄降临。秋,这个自古被文人墨客称颂的季节,在游子们看来多了几分悲戚。“夕阳 Cold wind has not really arrived, but the wind has swirled the wind wantonly swept the land; bloom branch has not yet bloom, sweet-scented osmanthus has filled the air; the yellow leaves have not yet left, the red maple leaves But rendered the sky. Autumn, stepping on the pace of light, with a pleasant smile, quietly come one night. Autumn, this has been praised by literati since ancient times in the seasons, the traveler seems a bit sad. ”Sunset