People often say: "a rain of a cold", accompanied by crisp school bell clouds is more and more deep, press the person breathe to, a sudden wind hit. In an instant, whip like rain poured down and under.
的人常说：“一场冷雨”，伴随着清脆的校铃云越来越深，压着人呼吸，一阵风袭来。刹那间，鞭子似的雨点倾泻而下。
I stood on the balcony, looking out at the sheeting rain, some at a loss, in I turned to leave when the street lights lit, in the night, a tree of golden brilliant into my sight, it is so bright; so bright, that moment, I stay, watching the fairy tale of the golden tree, rushing quivered leaves, I suddenly have a kind of impulse to teaI always thought that autumn, leaves, only represents the desolate and the vicissitudes of life; die and desolate; exhausted and helpless. Today, this bright suddenly gave me a strong feeling. I drunk in her elegant, refined; I’m addicted to the luxury of autumn.
的我站在阳台上，望着外面铺满的雨点，有些不知所措，在我转身离开的时候路灯亮了，在夜里，一棵金灿灿的树映入我的视线，它是那么的明亮；那么的明亮，那一刻，我留下来，看着那棵金灿的树，瑟瑟发抖树叶，我突然有了一种催泪的冲动，我一直以为秋天的树叶，只代表了苍凉和沧桑；死亡和苍凉；疲惫和无助。今天，这一亮突然给了我强烈的感觉。我陶醉在她优雅、优雅；我沉迷于秋天的奢华。
Every day in the future, I will leave a little time for the tree, regardless of how the weather, the weather, I will be with it to a heart, until one day, I saw a middle-aged man wearing blue clothes with a pair of scissors in the tree, I will go over and asked: "what are you doing, you can not be wasted.A tree and a man, dedicated almost stubbornly station in there, with a full branch of golden, strong in the wind stand. Wind, showers, snowstorm, exposure, they with their share of the persistent we display the brilliance of life. Often so, my heart will have a surge of heat flowing through.
的每天，在未来的日子里，我都会为这棵树留一点时间，不管天气如何，天气如何，我都会把它放在心上，直到有一天，我看到一个穿着蓝色衣服的中年男子拿着一把剪刀在树上，我会走过去问：“你在做什么，你不能浪费。一棵树和一个男人，几乎固执地站在那里，用满满的金黄的树枝，在风中坚强地站立着。风，阵雨，暴风雪，暴晒，他们用自己那份执着展示着我们生命的光辉。常常如此，我的心会有一股热浪流过。