天,又凉了。我在江岸边听到秋叶飘落的声音,思绪便在这寂寥的秋水中平平仄仄的荡漾开来……大哥,你在他乡还好吗?那日后院的荷塘,蜻蜓掠过残荷,知了嘶哑着垂柳,夏日烦躁的尾声跳出离別的音符。你乘一叶飞舟,轻飏而上。十八岁的青春不懂秋的漂泊,远方的诗行没有写上离家的忧伤,你把年轻无畏的背影留给如雪的浪花,却不知那是母亲含泪的目光……那一年,江岸边,绣林山下,你读高一。你喜欢那个地方。那里有惊涛拍岸,那里有春来江水如蓝……可是, It’s cold again I heard in the bank of river autumn fall leaves the voice of thoughts in this lonely autumn water in the flat and smooth rippling open ... Brother, are you in the country okay? Later in the courtyard of the lotus pond, dragonfly passing residual , Know hoarse weeping willow, the end of the summer irritable jump out of the note. You take a leaf boat, frivolous. Eighteen-year-old youth do not understand autumn adrift, distant poem line did not write sad from home, you leave the young fearless backs such as the snow spray, but I do not know that is the mother’s tearful eyes ... that year Riverside edge, embroidered Lin Shan, you read high one. You like that place. Where there is a tidal wave of shore, where there are rivers like spring blue ... ... However,