秋到了,树叶卷成风铃的模样,挂在树梢,叮叮当当地唱着一首首对秋的恋歌……蓝天被雨水洗过的天空,蓝得透亮,蓝得自然,蓝得清澈,就像浩瀚无垠的大海,闪烁着神秘的光。空中的云,时而被风扯得丝丝缕缕,洒得满天都是,在这平和的蓝天下,快乐自由的孩子们,在嬉戏,在成长,那欢乐的笑声一直瓤到天上……夕阳“夕阳无限好,只是近黄昏。”这已是绝叹。可我过去总想,如果夕阳真的无限好,又何必在乎将近黄昏呢?将近黄昏又有什么不好? Fall, the leaves rolled into a bell-shaped look, hanging in the treetops, rattled singing a first autumn love song ... ... blue sky was washed by the rain, the blue was translucent, the blue was natural, the blue was clear, it Like the vast expanse of sea, shining mysterious light. Under the calm blue sky, the happy and free children are playing and growing, and the joy of laughter has been pumped to heaven ... Sunset “sunset is good, but near dusk. ” This is absolutely no sigh. But I always think the past, if the sunset is really good, why care about almost dusk? What kind of evening dusk?