已是深秋,天空淅淅沥沥地下着小雨。黄昏的天幕,堆积着厚重的阴云。寒风阵阵,似乎要将寒意铭刻到人的骨子里去。菲菲背着帆布书包,沿着湿漉漉的校道慢慢走来。她脸颊苍白,鼻尖冻得发红,在三三两两走过的人群中显得很孤单。她没有打伞,望着道路两旁的银杏树出神。银杏树早已褪去了一夏的繁华,只留一副羸弱的身躯,落寞地守候在秋风冷雨之中。枯黄的树叶纷纷飘落下来,含着泪珠在秋风中低低地打着旋儿。“梧桐更兼细雨,到黄昏,点点滴滴。这 It is late autumn, the sky lingering light rain. Dusk sky, piled with heavy clouds. Cold wind bursts, it seems to be inscribed in the bones of the chill to go. Fifi carrying a canvas bag, walked slowly along the wet school. Her pale cheeks, her nose frozen red, appeared to be lonely in the groups of people who had walked through. She did not have an umbrella and looked at the ginkgo trees on both sides of the road. Ginkgo tree has already faded the flourishing summer, leaving only a frail body, desolate waiting in the cold autumn rain. Yellow leaves have fallen down, with tears in the autumn wind hitting the spinners. ”Indus more rain, to dusk, bit by bit