天气渐渐地凉了,菊花悄悄地开了,远山慢慢地红了,风儿轻轻地起了,黄叶缓缓地落了——秋就这样无声无息地来了,我也就这样深深地醉了。我喜爱秋,它不像春那般热闹、新鲜,不像夏那般焦躁、繁杂,不像冬那般圣洁、凛烈。我喜爱秋那独特的风情。秋是敲窗而入的叶。初秋时 The weather began to cool, and the chrysanthemum quietly opened. The distant mountains slowly turned red, the wind gently rose, and the yellow leaves slowly fell down. Autumn was so silent and I came. It was so drunk. I love autumn. It is not as lively and fresh as the spring. It is not as anxious and complicated as the summer. It is not as holy and fierce as the winter. I love the unique style of autumn. Autumn is the leaf that knocks into the window. In early autumn