(一)立秋到处依旧湿漉漉的。太阳,如赶脚的挑夫。一路汗流,小跑。东升西落,东升西落。那些叶,经整个夏的淬炼,愈加馥郁内敛,卧于树丫,一语不发。天,依旧笼着纱。与湛蓝,隔着一帘风的距离。但,只,一个伸手,便有一丝凉穿越指缝。我知道,那是风。风,瘦了!不消凝眉,不消凝眉。已是,秋了!(二)处暑明显有了凉意。这是北方。雁,一飞三旋。几句啁啾,凝重,与北方道别。行行接行行,开始天幕写诗。云,轻了。隔三差五,用纤巧,穹庐涂 (A) autumn is still wet everywhere. The sun, such as the cat’s foot porter. Sweat all the way, trot. Dongsheng Xiluo, Dongsheng Xiluo. Those leaves, after the summer of the summer of quenching more and more introverted, lying in trees, without saying anything. Days, still cage yarn. And blue, separated by a curtain of wind distance. However, only one hand, there is a trace of cool across the finger. I know that is the wind. Wind, skinny! Needless to defilate, do not defilate. Has been, autumn! (B) Department of heat has obviously had a cool. This is the north. Goose, a fly three spin. A few chirp, dignified, and goodbye to the north. Walk the line, begin to write poems on the sky. Clouds, light. Every third year, with delicacy, Qionglu Tu