窗外,一个美好得无可挑剔的晴天。秋虫在草间细细地唱,秋风在枝头轻轻地和。天空像奶奶刚刚洗干净的蓝色床单,上面点缀着白色的云朵花儿。这样的秋天,应该生长童话与歌曲。可我的心中,却是乌云满天。我摸摸口袋中的两元钱。两枚冰凉的硬币,已经被捂得暖乎乎。 Outside the window, a beautiful, impeccable sunny day. Autumn insect slender singing in the grass, the autumn wind gently on the branches. The sky just like the grandmother blue clean sheets, dotted with white clouds of flowers. This fall, fairy tales and songs should be grown. But my heart, it is dark clouds. I touched two dollars in my pocket. Two cold coins, have been covered too warm.