芦苇绿,芦花白我是在渭水南岸的一角看到这芦苇荡的。一块块、一丛丛的芦苇,在宽阔的水面上,在薄凉的深秋里,摇曳,妩媚。秋风把它的味道吹过来,轻轻痒痒的,却又熟稔得,让人想伸出舌头,舔几口。芦苇叶子开始发黄,穗子开始泛白。阳光下,一根根羽毛般柔曼的芦花漫天飞舞着。这是芦苇最美的季节,也是曾年少轻狂的我和芦苇初次相遇的时节。 Reed green, aloe white I see the reeds in the corner of the southern bank of the Wei River. A block, a clump of reeds, in the wide water, in the cool autumn, swaying, charming. Autumn wind blows its taste, gently itch, but cooked too proud, people want to stick out his tongue, licking a few mouthfuls. Reed leaves began to yellow, ears began to pan white. In the sunshine, a feather-like soft reed aloes flying in the sky. This is the most beautiful reed season, but also a young and frivolous I meet the reeds and the first time.