秋天的味道很淡,总是流淌在时光里,于不经意间触你一下,又害羞似的跑开,如同缥缈的仙乐,伸手时从指缝间流走,转身后又与你形影不离。秋天清晨的味道,要以那微凉的清风最令人陶醉了。六七点的秋,还是有些婉约的气息的。在卧室的窗帘后,太阳那将出未出的模样似是不忍心过早地将那宁静的世界吵醒。 The taste of autumn is very light, always flowing in the time, inadvertently touch you, and shy like running away, like the fairy music, hand flow away from the gap between the fingers, turn around and inseparable from you. The taste of autumn morning, with that cool breeze to the most intoxicated. Autumn at six or seven, or some graceful atmosphere. After the curtains in the bedroom, the sun will not appear out of the shape seems to be too hard to wake up that quiet world.