阳光在空中疾驰,这热切的时光箭簇,穿过树隙,穿越秋意,射到山石上,杂草间,泉水中……消隐于尘世万物,曝显着历史的身影。秋水总是瘦瘦的、浅浅的,却依然一刻不停地带走落叶,草虫,飞霭,流光,水面流动着鲜活的印痕,布满了生活的曲折,流水却依然蜿蜒着、美丽着、情动于衷。秋天的静寂以金石般的质感,散发金属般的光茫,漫过茫茫天际。秋天的山 Gallop sunshine in the sky, this eagerly time arrows, through the tree gap, through the autumn, shot on the rocks, weeds, spring water ... ... blanked in the earthly things, exposing a significant historical figure. Autumn is always thin, shallow, but still kept moving leaves, insects, flying haze, streamer, water flowing fresh prints, full of twists and turns of life, the water is still meandering, beautiful With, indifferent. Autumn’s silence with a stone-like texture, emitting metal-like light, over the vast sky. Autumn mountain