红色的蝴蝶,黄色的小鸟,在空中飞翔,在风中舞蹈。不是蝴蝶,不是小鸟,是红叶舞,黄叶飘,像秋姑娘发来的电报,告诉我们秋天已经来到。你看,一棵棵白杨在秋姑娘的抚摸下穿上了金灿灿的衣裳。站在树下抬头望,一片片黄黄的树叶仿佛一块块闪闪发光的金子,美得让人目不暇接。一阵风吹来,一片片黄色的树叶依依不舍地离开了树妈 Red butterfly, yellow bird, flying in the air, dancing in the wind. Not a butterfly, not a bird, a leaf dance, a yellow leaf floating, like the telegram sent by the autumn girl, telling us that autumn has come. You see, a poplar under the autumn girl’s touch to wear golden clothes. Standing under the tree looked up, a piece of yellow leaves like a piece of shiny gold, the United States was dizzying. A gust of wind blowing, a piece of yellow leaves reluctantly left the tree mother