从秋天开始,一切都厚实起来。厚实的枫树、厚实的柿丛、厚实的玉米、厚实的眼睛和生活。这是个清脱的季节,能够在纯金的阳光下,面对黄灿灿的菊花,一手擎杯,一手抚琴。淡赭色的峰峦被不平静的梦幻揉搓着,人们不约而同拥到田野,看把大地撑得满满的庄稼,爽朗地笑了。一个真实的感觉追随着人们,难道说着说着就该丰收了?是的,到秋来,处处是风景。秋的香,秋的味,总也看不够,总也尝不透,总盼着它去得慢些。我心中的秋天,总是从一树枫叶开始的。还是那些略 From the fall, everything is thick. Thick maples, thick persimmons, thick corn, thick eyes and life. This is a clear season, in the gold sun, the face of yellow chrysanthemum, a cup of Qing hands, hand Fuqin. Slightly ocher peaks and ridges were rubbed by the non-tranquil dreams, people invariably owned the fields, watching the earth full of crops, hearty laugh. A real feeling to follow people, is it talking about the harvest? Yes, by autumn, everywhere is the scenery. Autumn incense, autumn flavor, always see enough, always can not get through, always looking forward to it more slowly. Autumn in my heart always begins with a tree maple leaf. Or those slightly