秋来了,在叶还绿花还红时,它就披着轻纱悄悄地来了。在你还没注意到它时,它坐在云端,停在树梢,走在山间,轻挥衣袖,一场雨就滴滴哒哒绵绵不绝,湿润了树,染黄了山,清瘦了原野。夜雨敲窗不紧不慢,晨起花落冷冷清清。坐在窗前看雨,听雨。我想写首诗,关于秋天的。秋在雨中跳跃,诗句却如散乱的雨水,东一洼西一洼,怎么才能把这美丽的雨秋写得 Autumn came, when the green leaves still red, it was wearing a veil quietly came. When you have not noticed it, it sits in the clouds, parked in the treetops, walk in the mountains, gently wave sleeves, a rain dripping da da endless, moist trees, yellowing the mountains, Lean field. Rainy night knocking on the window is not slow, early morning flowers deserted. Sitting in front of the window to see the rain, listening to the rain. I want to write a poem about autumn. Autumn leap in the rain, poetry is scattered rain, east depression depression, how can we write this beautiful rain autumn