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 audience.During 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.

那是一个金色的季节。我看到金色的叶子随着凉爽的秋风飘落。对其他人来说，这是收获的季节。然而对于我，这却是一个烦恼的季节。那时我正在准备研究生入学考试。但那么多不愉快的事情让我感到非常疲惫，所以我决定顺着学校的沿江路散散心。

“秋天是一个寂寞的季节，生活索然无趣。秋天我总是感到沮丧，”我正边走边想，这时弹吉他的声音就像山中小溪的流水灌入我的耳朵，我感到非常惊奇于是跑去看个究竟。一个非常年轻的女孩坐在草地上，忘我地弹着吉他。她真漂亮，尤其是当她的长发随风轻舞时。以前我从没有见过她。音乐如此美妙，以致我静静地听了起来。

沉醉在音乐中，我没有意识到自己竟然站了那么久，但我的存在好像并没有打扰她，叶子仍在随风飘零。每天路过那片草地，我都会看到她在那儿弹吉他。她是惟一的表演者，而我是惟一的听众。于是这个季节接下来的日子里，生活变得趣味盎然，我也能专心复习功课了。尽管我们彼此不相识，我认为我们已经是好朋友了。

秋季快过去了。一天，正当我专心致志地陶醉在音乐声中时，音乐声嘎然而止。使我惊愕的是，这个女孩向我走过来了。

“你一定很喜欢音乐吧。”她说。

“是的。你弹得真好。怎么停了?”我问。

突然，她的脸上现出一抹悲伤的表情。

“我只是来这里休息一段时间，因为我高考失利了。我感到非常失望，是你每天都来听鼓励了我，”她说，“明天我就要走了。”

“实际上，是你的音乐让我觉得秋天富有意义，使我相信我有能力通过考研。”我说道，“我认为是上苍给了我们相识的机会，我们应该成为好朋友。”

她笑了，我也笑了。

从那以后，我再也没有见过她。我不再经过那片草地了。只留下了厚厚的叶子。但我会永远铭记这个季节，还有那个女孩。是她的出现助我通过了研究生入学考试，尽管她出现在我的生命中只有短短的几天。

在我们的生活中，也许会遇到很多人，有些人就像流星一样，却发出足够的光芒指引你走向正确的方向;有些人就像你的衣服，虽然整日跟你在一起，却还是不能理解你。就像一句明言所说，很多人走进你的生命，却只有真正的朋友才能留下脚印。

我会永远回想起那个季节，那个女孩以及她的吉他声。我知道，她会是我永远的好朋友。

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，我们目睹了一个极其美丽的日落。方当我仍然漫步于一道小溪发源处的草地之上，那天际的的太阳，终于在一个凄苦的寒天之后，暮夕之前，涌出云层，骤放澄明。这时但见远方天幕下的衰草残茎;山边的木叶橡丛，登时沉浸在一片最柔美也最耀眼的曙光般的绮照之中，而我们自己的身影也长长伸向东边草地，仿佛是那缕斜辉中仅有的点点微尘。周围的风物是那么妍美，一晌之前还是难以想象，空气也是那么和暖纯净，一时这普通草原实在无异天上景象。

此刻那落日的余辉正以它全般的灿烂与辉煌，并不分城市还是乡村，甚至以往日也少见的艳丽，尽情斜映在一带境远地僻的草地之上;这里没有一间房舍——茫茫之中只瞥见一头孤零零的沼鹰，背羽上染尽了金黄，一只麝香鼠正探头穴外，另外在沼泽之间望见了一股水色黝黑的小溪，蜿蜒而前，绕行于一堆残株败根之旁。我们漫步于其中的光照，是这样的纯美与熠耀，满目衰草木叶，一片金黄，晃晃之中又是这般柔和恬静，没有一丝涟漪，一息咽呜。我想我从来不曾沐浴于这么幽美的金色光汛之中。

秋天的思绪

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云舒, 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.

秋天的黄昏，飘着片片枯叶。片片飘落的黄叶，总是让人感到伤感、忧郁。

秋风微微的扶过荡起我心中悠悠的层层往事!翻阅着、解读着。犹如一朵淡雅的百合花，散发着阵阵清香。我知道那是想你的感觉，想你的味道。相思千言语，未说泪成珠!秋天总是让人想起很多很多。自古逢秋悲寂廖，我言秋日胜春朝!突然忘记这是谁的诗句了。是啊，自古逢秋悲寂廖!我何尝不想有那种阔达的心怀——“我言秋日胜春朝。”或许我就是一个多愁善感的人吧!

手放在裤兜里，就这样悠闲地走着，思绪飞着。飞到云端，看风卷云舒，飞到海边，听浪起潮落。这千里的秋色万里的白云，尽收眼底。却载不动东流的是逝水!山高路遥，泪寻百花，天下尽秋，满眸苍凉。轻轻地我期盼，你却悄悄划落!静静地我等待，你却在枝头飘过!

你偷偷的降临，使枫叶更加地红了，也使它更加的萧瑟孤独了。丝丝凉凉，让娇美的桂花早些退下了秋的舞台。你的到来如一首幽美的古曲，飘在大地的心里，飘在了孤独者的心里，飘在了伊人的心里，飘在了爱情里，飘在了离别里，你飘在了一切的生命里!秋雨敲打着每家每户的窗棂，你叩开了每个人的心扉。赏人间曲，飘飘秋叶洒洒雨。

往事不可追，人生路天南地北?伊人泪!划破何语?秋思如雨绵绵涕。总感觉这雨，是驮着我郁郁的愁，潇洒飞扬。如飞天袖间的琵琶曲，袭着秋风，惹出那滴滴点点，静如止水的心境。春心未尽花残去，秋风怎过荡子心?悲凉浸洇他乡客，琵琶炫上满萋凄。