又是一年秋来到,黄澄澄的柿子挂满了高高的枝头。孩子们见了,总要抬头仰望,眼神中流露出品尝的渴望;农民则会咧嘴一笑,用手轻轻的捏一捏;而我只要一看到这红亮的、灯笼似的柿子,脑海中就会浮 Another year came autumn, yellow persimmon covered with tall branches. When the children met, they always looked up, their eyes showing the longing for taste; the peasants grinned and gently pinched their knees; and as long as I saw the red, lantern-like persimmons, my mind Will float