秋天里落叶纷飞,到处重重叠叠,却又非绣非锦。正像千年古缎一朝挖出,皱褶里藏着许多衰老和疲惫,阳光下让人担心一碰成灰。一下子想起一句诗来:“秋风吹渭水,落叶满长安。”碧水长天,一派清寒,风过处凉意无边。落叶开始飘飞,霎时间纷纷扬扬,覆盖了这样一座千年大城。汉唐的露水呢?美人的啼妆呢?达官贵人的峨冠博带呢?侠客长剑的呛呛龙吟呢?一切都如落叶,随 Fallen leaves fall in the fall, stacked heavily stacked, but non-embroidered non-Kam. Just as the thousand-year-old satin once dug out, wrinkled hidden in many aging and exhausted, the sun makes people feel ashamed. Suddenly remembered a poem to: “The autumn breeze Wei, deciduous Chang’an. ” Clear water long days, send cold, the wind cool place boundless. Fallen leaves began to drift, all of a sudden triumphantly, covering such a Millennium City. The dew of the Han and Tang Dynasties it Beauty cry it? Dignitaries of Emei Bo belt it? Knight choke choking Longyin sword? Everything is as deciduous, with