这几日,秋风渐起,人在室外,一股凉意渗进肌骨,仿佛空气都凝成滴滴水珠,从头至脚地浇下。我不禁拢紧肩,努力地翻出蕴在心中的诗情,让凉意遂成诗意。我想起“停车坐爱枫林晚,霜叶红干二月花”这句诗,眼前竟似有一丛丛枫树林,蔚成一片红霞,耀亮双目。杜牧一定是在一个初秋的午后,驾车行过一片枫林,眼中撞见红红的枫叶,才停下辘辘的马车。他 The past few days, the autumn wind gradually, people in the outdoors, a cool infiltration into the muscles, as if the air is condensed into drops of water, poured from head to toe. I can not help but hold tight shoulder, hard to turn out the poem in the heart, let the poem into the coolness. I am reminded of “parking sit love Maple late, frost leaves dry February flower ” this poem, in front of it actually seems to have Cong Cong maple grove, Wei into a Hongxia, Yao Liang binocular. Du Mu must be in the early autumn afternoon, driving through a maple, in the eyes hit the red maple leaf, it stopped the reeling carriage. he