快要到中秋节了,乡间的小路上开满了紫色的野菊花,一些不知道名字的野花已经枯萎了。蜿蜒崎岖的小路上铺满了厚厚的金黄色的树叶,走在上面软绵绵的,一种红得透亮的野果子挂在树枝上,一串一串的。秀儿挺着大肚子,一手提着暖壶,一手提着花布兜,里面装了馍馍和咸菜。她看见了那一串又一串的野果子,抿了抿干裂的嘴唇,走过去伸手折了一串,坐在草丛中津津有味地一边吃一边看着山坡上的那些花花草草。一缕秋风拂过,花草颤抖着,发出窸窸窣窣 Coming to the Mid-Autumn Festival, the country road is full of purple wild chrysanthemums, and some unknown wildflowers have wilted. The rough, rugged path covered with thick golden leaves and a soft, red, wild fruit hanging on the branches, a string of strings. Sau son is holding a big belly, one hand carrying a thermos pot, a hand carrying a flower pocket, which filled with grub and pickles. She saw the string of rows of wild fruit, 抿 抿 chapped lips, walked hand stretched a string, sit in the grass and relish to eat while watching those flowers and plants on the hillside. A ray of autumn wind blew, the flowers trembling, issued 窸 窸 窣 窣