秋天马上要到了,微风拂过村前那棵银杏树,一片片树叶随风落下,失去了往日的生机。每年这个时候,在夏天与秋天的分界线上,有一个小女孩坐在树下,眼睛呆呆地望着村口那条唯一通向城里的小路。女孩每天都在期盼,期盼有一天那个熟悉的身影在小路上愈来愈清晰,映入眼帘。 Autumn is coming, the breeze past the ginkgo tree in front of the village, a piece of leaves falling in the wind, lost the vitality of the past. At this time of year, on the demarcation line between summer and autumn, a young girl sat under a tree and stared blankly at the only path leading to the town at the entrance of the village. Girl looking forward to every day, looking forward to one day the familiar figure in the path more and more clear, greeted.