牧人十一月初,山冈的草正在枯黄,大地荒芜。天空空空的蓝。树林里,已经不再是葱茏的景象,那些密林深处显得有些疏朗了。秋日树叶缤纷的时节刚刚离去,不过有的树上还泛出点点红,有的树上染了金色的云彩。树下,一条蜿蜒小径依稀可见。我爬上一截缓坡,来到一个垭口。那里,枯萎的草地上,一种淡蓝色的花朵绽放,使人惊讶于它的美丽。风吹来,掠过人的脸,有些冷的感受。它吹过我的那把灰色的伞,发出刷刷的响声。伞在风里撑开,伞骨容易被劈断。于是,我把伞合上了。 Herdsmen In early November, the grass in the hills was withered and the land was deserted. The sky is empty blue. Woods, is no longer the verdant scene, those trees seem a little deep in the depths of the. Autumn leaves colorful season just left, but some trees also flooded little red, and some trees dyed golden clouds. Under the tree, a winding path can be seen. I climbed a gentle slope, came to a Pass. There, on the withered grass, a light blue flower blooms, amazed at its beauty. Wind blowing, passing man’s face, some cold feeling. It blew through my gray umbrella, brushing the sound. Umbrella propped open in the wind, umbrella ribs easily split. So I closed the umbrella.