初秋什么样?它是金黄的、灿烂的、温暖的。风,有点凉意了;水,开始沉淀了;天,逐渐静远了;地,丰腴激动了。初秋,就像一个成熟的男人,抖落春的稚嫩、夏的狂热,步入中年的壮观。把脚印放在田埂上,倾听着、期待着、感觉着秋天的心音——沉稳、矫健、自信和伟岸。田野,一望无际;庄稼,沙沙作响。那飘扬的玉米叶,宛如无数的手臂,拥抱收获。一条小径,蜿蜒安静,从一片小树林里延伸而来,它把鹁鸪的咕咕叫声灌满了路边的溪 What kind of early autumn? It is golden, brilliant, warm. Wind, a bit cool; water, began to precipitate; days, gradually quiet far; to abundance excited. Early autumn, like a mature man, shaking off the innocent spring, summer fanatical, into the spectacular middle age. Put the footprints on the fields, listen, look forward to, feel the autumn heart sound - calm, vigorous, confident and stalwart. Fields, endless; crops, rustling. That flying corn leaves, like countless arms, embrace harvest. A trail, meandering and quiet, stretching from a grove of trees filled with creeping clumps over the curb