秋天——一个如诗如画的季节,在诗人笔下总是那么迷人。今天,我和余家豪一起去亲身感受——找秋天。我们来到小山坡,抬头仰望,天那么高,那么蓝,好像是画出来似的。一群大雁排成个“人”字往南飞去。地上的小草,似乎不服秋霜的威逼,草尖虽已渐黄,好像头戴小黄帽,在清凉的秋风中 Autumn - a picturesque season, always charming under the poet. Today, I went with Yu Jiahao personally experience - looking for autumn. We came to the hillside, looked up, the sky was so tall, so blue, as if painted. A group of Dayan Pai into a “person” to fly south. The grass on the ground, does not seem to accept the intimidation of autumn frost, Although the grass has become yellow, as if wearing a small yellow hat, in the cool autumn wind