我和几个孩子站在一片园子里,感受秋天的风。园子里长着几棵高大的梧桐树,我们的脚底下,铺了一层厚厚的梧桐叶。叶枯黄,脚踩在上面,嘎吱嘎吱,脆响。风还在一个劲儿地刮,吹打着树上可怜的几片叶子,那上面,就快成光秃秃的了。我给孩子们上写作课,让孩子们描摹这秋天的风。以为他们一定会说寒冷、残酷和荒凉之类的,结果却出乎我的意料。 I and a few children standing in a garden, feel the autumn wind. There are several tall trees in the garden, and a thick layer of Indus leaves under our feet. Yellow leaves, feet on top, crunching, crisp. The wind was still scraping vigorously, blowing a few of the leaves on the tree, and above it, it became almost bald. I wrote writing lessons for children so that children could trace the autumn wind. They thought they would say cold, cruel and desolate, but the result was beyond my expectations.