十一月是条幽长的小巷。每年的深秋,我都要穿过这条小巷,去探望我的生日。小巷里有很多种树木。有些树木曾经开过花,有些结过果,如今它们都开始飘落着叶子。叶子随风舞着,穿在了秋天的身上,像是一件飘逸的风衣。秋天穿梭在这条小巷里,脚步簌簌地向冬天走去。我被红风衣紧紧拥抱着,跟在秋天的身后。小巷深处,可以看见梳羊角辫的小姑娘在踢着毽子,不远处有几个孩童在唱着歌谣。老人悠闲地在墙根晒着 November is a secluded alley. Every autumn, I have to cross this alley to visit my birthday. Alley there are many kinds of trees. Some trees have been blossomed and some have fruit, and now they all begin to fall with leaves. Leaves dancing in the wind, wearing the autumn body, like a flowing windbreaker. Shuttle in the autumn alley, walked in a hurry to the winter. I was tightly embraced by the red windbreaker, with the autumn behind. Alley depths, you can see the little girl with a plait pigtails kicking shuttlecock, not far from a few children singing songs. The elderly leisurely basking in the wall