眼前的同山,就静静地站在那,伟岸而又静默,似乎站成了一种尊严,不卑不亢,不矜不伐。让山风拂面,让山花烂漫,让每一个登山的人儿都能愉悦地迎风吟唱,那是山的梦语;看那片片靛青点点染黄,看那丝丝细雨渐渐潇潇,看那枝头的嫩果在霜打之后愈发成熟,那是秋的韵致。我对秋,有一种独特的情感,近乎固执地认为秋天所有的并不只是秋风扫落叶的萧瑟,如果过分在意那满地零 In front of the same mountain, standing quietly on that, stalwart and silent, seems to have stood a dignity, neither overbearing nor unworthy of the United States. Let the mountain breeze blowing, so that Yamahana brilliant, so that every one of the mountain climbing children can pleasantly windward singing, it is the dream of the mountain; see that piece indigo slightly yellow, see the slightest drizzle gradually Xiaoxiao, look That branch of the tender fruit in the frost after the more mature, it is the charm of autumn. My autumn, there is a unique feeling, almost stubbornly believe that the fall is not all the bleak autumn leaves, if too care about that zero