一个下午,夕阳璀璨,我捧着本书坐在河岸。河岸水泥砌成,有台阶,有汽船。河水消退了很多,裸露出黄色的泥沙,有几位小孩子在河边用泥沙堆砌,或城堡,或动物,或小人……微风阵阵,河面上掀起细小涟漪,让平静的河水有了一丝动静。河上空偶尔飞过一只白鹭,雪白的羽毛,雪白的身子,黑色的爪,它正伸展开翅膀,带着头在阳光下飞翔,它的身姿十分优美,如同一位飞天的轻盈仙女。我坐在河岸前,欣赏这秋日的物象。 One afternoon, the sunset was bright, and I was holding the book on the banks of the river. River cement brick, a step, a steamboat. The water has subsided a lot, bare yellow silt, a few children in the river with mud or piled, or castles, or animals, or villain ... breezy, the river set off a small ripples, so calm river With a trace of movement. Occasionally, an egret, white feather, snowy body, black claw flew over the river, spreading its wings and flying its head in the sunshine. It was graceful and graceful as a flying fairy. I sat in front of the river bank, enjoy the image of this autumn.