秋天,是怀念的;秋天,是丰收的;秋天,是喜悦的。而在我眼中的秋天,是属于秋风秋树秋叶的。习习的秋风吹在我的耳边,凌乱的发丝在空中飞舞,不是夏日清爽的凉风,不是冬日刺骨的冷风,而是调皮的秋风。走在林荫小道上,小树随风摇曳,忽的,一阵大风刮来,将它们吹得晕头转向,再也没了先前的那份轻松,多了一分迷茫与恐慌。我知道,它们想停下来,为路过的人们开辟一条凉爽的小路,可 In the fall, it is missed; autumn is a good harvest; autumn is a joy. The autumn in my eyes belongs to autumn leaves and autumn trees. The autumn wind blew in my ear, and the messy hair fluttered in the air. It was not the cool breeze of summer, nor the cold wind of winter, but the naughty autumn wind. Walking on the tree-lined path, the trees swayed with the wind, and suddenly, a gust of wind shrieked and they were stunned. They never lost their former share of ease, but were more confused and panicked. I know that they want to stop and open up a cool path for people passing by.