“不要怕在人生的舞台上做一个孤独的舞者……”秋天,草地上一片寂静,萧瑟冷清。大地上积满了落叶,枯败的叶子蜷缩着,如一张张满是皱纹的脸疲倦地向上张望着。阳光下,小草儿如漂洗过的白银一般,浅黄浅黄的,迎着秋风惠牢作响。四下里静悄悄的,一切都显得无精打采 “Do not be afraid to be a lonely dancer on the stage of life ... ” Autumn, the grass is quiet, bleak deserted. The earth is full of fallen leaves, withered leaves curled up, such as a wrinkled face looked up tiredly. Under the sun, the little grass, such as rinsing silver, light yellowish yellow, facing the autumn wind whistling. All around quiet, everything seems listless