踏秋而歌当一枚黄叶迎风飞舞,这是落秋的黄昏。那些踏秋而歌的树,挽着夕阳,迷离恍惚的光影,摇曳着季节的辉煌。站在伊犁河畔,一片岑静,鸟儿泊在深处的枝头,河水低语。一位垂钓者,一条拉长的弧线,一条鱼儿正在浮出水面,又沉下去。迷人,孤单,无助而渺小。时光晃动在水面上,波光点点。那一刻,我的梦就像一朵浪花跃出水面,思想的锋芒,比利刃还利,尽管短暂, Tide autumn and song when a yellow leaf fluttering in the wind, this is the fall of autumn. Those who step autumn and song trees, holding the sunset, blurred light and shadow, swaying the glory of the season. Stand on the Yili River, a centimeter, birds parked in the depths of the branches, the river whispered. An angler, an elongated arc, a fish is surfaced, and sink. Charming, lonely, helpless and insignificant. Time shaking in the water, a little bit of light. At that moment, my dream is like a spray jumped out of the water, the edge of thought, than the profits of the edge, though short,