與秋天有關的散文
秋天的故事
It was the golden season. I could see the yellow leaves falling with the cool wind. For others, itis a harvest season, while for me, it is an annoying season. I was preparing for thePostgraduate Entrance Examination. But so many unhappy things made me so tired, so Idecided to have a walk along the Yanjiang Road in my university.
“Autumn is a lonely season and life is uninteresting. The days in this season always get medown”, I thought when the sound of a guitar flowed into my ears, like a stream flowing fromthe mountains. I was so surprised that I ran to see what it was. A young girl, sitting on thelawn, was lost in playing her guitar. She was a beautiful girl, especially when the wind blewher long hair. I had never seen her before. The music was so attractive that I listened quietly.
Lost in the music, I did not realize that I had been standing for so long. But my existencedid not seem to disturb her. Leaves were still falling. Every day when I passed by the lawn, Iwould see her playing her guitar. She was the only performer and I was the only ng the rest of the days in the season, life became interesting and I could review the coursescarefully. Though we did not know each other, I thought we were always good friends.
Autumn was nearly over. One day, when I was listening devotedly, the sound suddenlystopped. To my astonishment, the girl came over to me.
“You must like the music,” she said.
“Yes, you play very well. Why did you stop?” I asked.
Suddenly, a sad expression appeared on her face.
“I came here just to have a rest because I failed in the college entrance examination. I feltvery disappointed. And it was your listening every day that encouraged me,” she said, “and Ihave to go tomorrow.”
“In fact, it was your playing that gave me a meaningful autumn and helped me believe thatI have the ability to pass the Postgraduate Entrance Examination.” I answered, “I think it wasGod who gave us the chance to know each other and we should be good friends.”
She smiled and I smiled.
Since then, I have never seen her again. I no longer passed by that lawn. Only thick leaveswere left behind. But I will always remember the season and the girl. It was her appearancethat helped me passed the Postgraduate Entrance Examination, though she only appeared a fewdays in my life.
We may encounter many people in our lives. Some are like a shooting star, but give off somuch light that they guide you in the correct direction; some are like clothes to you, they arealways with you, but do not understand you. Just as a famous saying, many people step inyour life, but only true friends leave footprints.
I shall always recall the autumn, the girl and the sound of her guitar. I know she willalways be my best friend.
那是一個金色的季節。我看到金色的葉子隨着涼爽的秋風飄落。對其他人來說，這是收穫的季節。然而對於我，這卻是一個煩惱的季節。那時我正在準備研究生入學考試。但那麼多不愉快的事情讓我感到非常疲憊，所以我決定順着學校的沿江路散散心。
“秋天是一個寂寞的季節，生活索然無趣。秋天我總是感到沮喪，”我正邊走邊想，這時彈吉他的聲音就像山中小溪的流水灌入我的耳朵，我感到非常驚奇於是跑去看個究竟。一個非常年輕的女孩坐在草地上，忘我地彈着吉他。她真漂亮，尤其是當她的長髮隨風輕舞時。以前我從沒有見過她。音樂如此美妙，以致我靜靜地聽了起來。
沉醉在音樂中，我沒有意識到自己竟然站了那麼久，但我的存在好像並沒有打擾她，葉子仍在隨風飄零。每天路過那片草地，我都會看到她在那兒彈吉他。她是惟一的表演者，而我是惟一的聽衆。於是這個季節接下來的日子裏，生活變得趣味盎然，我也能專心複習功課了。儘管我們彼此不相識，我認爲我們已經是好朋友了。
秋季快過去了。一天，正當我專心致志地陶醉在音樂聲中時，音樂聲嘎然而止。使我驚愕的是，這個女孩向我走過來了。
“你一定很喜歡音樂吧。”她說。
“是的。你彈得真好。怎麼停了?”我問。
突然，她的臉上現出一抹悲傷的表情。
“我只是來這裏休息一段時間，因爲我高考失利了。我感到非常失望，是你每天都來聽鼓勵了我，”她說，“明天我就要走了。”
“實際上，是你的音樂讓我覺得秋天富有意義，使我相信我有能力通過考研。”我說道，“我認爲是上蒼給了我們相識的機會，我們應該成爲好朋友。”
她笑了，我也笑了。
從那以後，我再也沒有見過她。我不再經過那片草地了。只留下了厚厚的葉子。但我會永遠銘記這個季節，還有那個女孩。是她的出現助我通過了研究生入學考試，儘管她出現在我的生命中只有短短的幾天。
在我們的生活中，也許會遇到很多人，有些人就像流星一樣，卻發出足夠的光芒指引你走向正確的方向;有些人就像你的衣服，雖然整日跟你在一起，卻還是不能理解你。就像一句明言所說，很多人走進你的生命，卻只有真正的朋友才能留下腳印。
我會永遠回想起那個季節，那個女孩以及她的吉他聲。我知道，她會是我永遠的好朋友。
秋天的落日
We had a remarkable sunset one day last November. I was walking in a meadow, the source of a small brook, when the sun at last, just before setting, after a cold gray day, reached a clear stratum in the horizon, and the softest, brightest morning sunlight fell on the dry grass and on the stems of the trees in the opposite horizon, and on the leaves of the shrub-oaks on the hill-side, while our shadows stretched long over the meadow eastward, as if we were the only motes in its beams. It was such a light as we could not have imagined a moment before, and the air also was so warm and serene that nothing wanted to make a paradise of that meadow.
The sun sets on some retired meadow, where no house is visible, with all the glory and splendor that it lavishes on cities, and, perchance, as it has never set before, --where there is but a solitary marsh-hawk to have his wings gilded by it, or only a masques lookout from his cabin, and there is some little black-veined brook in the midst of the marsh, just beginning to meander, winding slowly round a decaying stump. We walked in so pure and bright a light, gilding the withered grass and leaves, so softly and serenely bright, I thought I had never bathed in such a golden flood, without a ripple or a murmur to it.
最近十一月的一天，我們目睹了一個極其美麗的日落。方當我仍然漫步於一道小溪發源處的草地之上，那天際的的太陽，終於在一個悽苦的寒天之後，暮夕之前，涌出雲層，驟放澄明。這時但見遠方天幕下的衰草殘莖;山邊的木葉橡叢，登時沉浸在一片最柔美也最耀眼的曙光般的綺照之中，而我們自己的身影也長長伸向東邊草地，彷彿是那縷斜輝中僅有的點點微塵。周圍的風物是那麼妍美，一晌之前還是難以想象，空氣也是那麼和暖純淨，一時這普通草原實在無異天上景象。
此刻那落日的餘輝正以它全般的燦爛與輝煌，並不分城市還是鄉村，甚至以往日也少見的豔麗，盡情斜映在一帶境遠地僻的草地之上;這裏沒有一間房舍——茫茫之中只瞥見一頭孤零零的沼鷹，背羽上染盡了金黃，一隻麝香鼠正探頭穴外，另外在沼澤之間望見了一股水色黝黑的小溪，蜿蜒而前，繞行於一堆殘株敗根之旁。我們漫步於其中的光照，是這樣的純美與熠耀，滿目衰草木葉，一片金黃，晃晃之中又是這般柔和恬靜，沒有一絲漣漪，一息咽嗚。我想我從來不曾沐浴於這麼幽美的金色光汛之中。
秋天的思緒
Autumn dusk, floating patches of dead leaves. Piece of the falling yellow leaves are always people feel sad and depressed.
Fu Guo Dang Qi autumn slightly leisurely in my mind the layers of memories! Looked forward to, read the. Like an elegant lilies, bursts of fragrance exudes. I know that you want to feel like your taste. Acacia 1000 speech, did not say tears into beads! Autumn is always reminiscent of the lot. Every autumn since ancient times, sad lonely and Liao, I made autumn Sheng-chun Chao! Who suddenly forget that this is a poem. Yes ah, every autumn since ancient times, sad lonely Liao! True that I do not want to have the kind of broad reach of the harbor - "I made the spring towards autumn wins." Maybe I am a sentimental person bar!
Hands on trouser pocket inside, it is so leisurely walk, thoughts fly with. Flew to the clouds, look at Kazamaki雲舒, flew to the beach, listening to waves from ebb tide. This is thousands of miles of the Autumn clouds thousands of miles, panoramic view. Is Zaibu Dong Toryu is PASSING! Akin to finding away, the tears look for flowers, the world is to make autumn, full Hitomi bleak. I look forward to gently, but you draw down quietly! I waited quietly, but you drifting away in the tree branches!
You come secretly, so that even in red maple leaf, but also to make it more the storm alone. Cecil cool, so charming the sweet-scented osmanthus in autumn withdrew earlier stage. Your arrival like a beautiful a performance of the first, floating in the earth's heart, floating in a lonely heart, floating in the mind of the Iraqis, floating in the love inside, floating in a farewell, you floating in the lives of all ri! Choice banging every household of the window lattice, are you tapping into everyone's hearts. Reward human music, fluttering autumn leaf Sasa rain.
Past history behind, life is way far apart? Iraqi tears! He cut through language? Autumn Thoughts Amid the tears are like rain. Always felt the rain, yes I am depressed to worry Tuozhao, unrestrained flying. If flying between Pipa Qu sleeves, hit the autumn, bringing more trouble and that little episodes, staid state of mind. Spring flowers residual cardiac deficiencies go, how autumn over vagrant hearts? Desolate Baptist Yin foreign land passengers, pipa-hyun on the full luxuriant desolate.
秋天的黃昏，飄着片片枯葉。片片飄落的黃葉，總是讓人感到傷感、憂鬱。
秋風微微的扶過蕩起我心中悠悠的層層往事!翻閱着、解讀着。猶如一朵淡雅的百合花，散發着陣陣清香。我知道那是想你的感覺，想你的味道。相思千言語，未說淚成珠!秋天總是讓人想起很多很多。自古逢秋悲寂廖，我言秋日勝春朝!突然忘記這是誰的詩句了。是啊，自古逢秋悲寂廖!我何嘗不想有那種闊達的心懷——“我言秋日勝春朝。”或許我就是一個多愁善感的人吧!
手放在褲兜裏，就這樣悠閒地走着，思緒飛着。飛到雲端，看風捲雲舒，飛到海邊，聽浪起潮落。這千里的秋色萬里的白雲，盡收眼底。卻載不動東流的是逝水!山高路遙，淚尋百花，天下盡秋，滿眸蒼涼。輕輕地我期盼，你卻悄悄劃落!靜靜地我等待，你卻在枝頭飄過!
你偷偷的降臨，使楓葉更加地紅了，也使它更加的蕭瑟孤獨了。絲絲涼涼，讓嬌美的桂花早些退下了秋的舞臺。你的到來如一首幽美的古曲，飄在大地的心裏，飄在了孤獨者的心裏，飄在了伊人的心裏，飄在了愛情裏，飄在了離別裏，你飄在了一切的生命裏!秋雨敲打着每家每戶的窗櫺，你叩開了每個人的心扉。賞人間曲，飄飄秋葉灑灑雨。
往事不可追，人生路天南地北?伊人淚!劃破何語?秋思如雨綿綿涕。總感覺這雨，是馱着我鬱郁的愁，瀟灑飛揚。如飛天袖間的琵琶曲，襲着秋風，惹出那滴滴點點，靜如止水的心境。春心未盡花殘去，秋風怎過蕩子心?悲涼浸洇他鄉客，琵琶炫上滿萋悽。
