不曾记得何时喜欢上秋天,也不曾想起何时对秋天有一种无法诉说的情愫。只是知道,故乡碧蓝的天空,以及在秋风中飘动的树叶,还有那被五彩的颜色染着的树林、原野、村庄,足以让我的头脑,我的胸怀,我的灵魂都跟着敞亮起来。当秋风微步而来时,我总会想起故乡的园林田野,以及那令人陶醉的秋天韵致。吃过早饭,儿时的我总喜欢站在院落的槐树下,细心地数着一丝一缕从天空中漏下来的阳光。每每此时,我总会惊喜的发现,用高粱秆支起来的篱笆墙 Do not remember when I like to fall, nor did I remember when there is a fall in love can not tell. Just know that the hometown blue sky, and the leaves fluttering in the autumn wind, there are trees, fields, villages dyed with colorful colors, enough to make my mind, my mind, my soul is followed by light up. When the autumnal wind comes in a micro-step, I always think of the homeland’s garden fields and the fascinating fall charm. Eat breakfast, childhood I always like to stand in the courtyard of the locust tree, carefully counting a trace of the sun leaked from the sky. Often at this time, I always find surprises, the fence with sorghum stalks