九月的秋风匆忙地走过这个世界,除了那满地的落叶.什么也没留下,什么也没带走。生命好像在一瞬间消失了,山上的草枯了,地上的花谢了,小鸟的叫声停了,那夏夜的声声蝉鸣不知何处去了。此时,没有喧嚣,只有安静,没有烦恼,只 The September autumn wind rushed through the world, except for the fallen leaves of the land. There was nothing left and nothing was taken away. Life seemed to have disappeared in a flash, the grass on the mountain had died, the flowers on the ground had been thanked, the bird’s cry stopped, and the sound of summer nights had gone somewhere. At this time, there is no embarrassment, only quiet, no trouble, only