秋天又到了,走过满是落叶的街道,树叶在脚下咯吱作响。听不见鸟叫蝉鸣,只有快要变秃的树干,一片荒凉。我怀念春天了,我喜欢它的阳光明媚、生机勃勃,喜欢它的冰雪初融、万物复苏。走在褐色的秋意中,我怀念着绿色的春光。忽然我发现自己不在一片褐色中,脚下红的、黄的,红黄交织,层层叠叠、密密麻麻。我猛然想起还有这样的秋景!我只记得“无边落木萧萧下”的萧瑟景象,却差点忘掉“霜叶红于二月花”的独特秋景。这是只有秋天才有的火红,萧索中又透露生机,是只有秋 It was autumn again, walking through the deciduous streets with creaks of crevices at the feet. Birds can not be heard cicadas, only bald tree trunks, desolate. I miss the spring, I like its sunny, vibrant, like its ice melt thaw, everything recovery. Walking in the brown autumn, I miss the green spring. Suddenly I found myself not in a brown, red feet, yellow, red and yellow intertwined, layers, dense. I suddenly remembered there is such an autumn! I just remember “bleak wood under the bleak ” of the bleak scene, but almost forgot “frosty leaves in February flower ” unique autumn. This is only the fiery red fall, Xiao Soy also revealed vitality, is only autumn