走过初春，我们看过似锦的繁花；走过盛夏，我们听过丰年的蛙声；现在，我们步入深秋，听到了它的声音。
Having walked through early spring, we have seen the splendid flowers; Through the scorching summer, we have heard the sound of frogs in the bountiful years; Now, as we enter deep autumn, we hear its sound.
燥热的夏天即将过去，不知不觉，秋天的脚步近了许多，好像到了不用开空调也发冷的日子。落叶随着秋风翩翩起舞，好似一位位优雅的芭蕾舞演员。春去秋来，海棠花开，目睹着嫩芽从初春的翠绿到深秋的鹅黄，再一片片凋零，我不由地心生一阵伤感，有种“常恐秋节至，焜黄华叶衰”的感觉。
The hot summer is coming to an end, and without realizing it, the footsteps of autumn are getting closer, as if it's a cold day without using air conditioning. The fallen leaves dance gracefully with the autumn wind, like graceful ballet dancers. As spring fades and autumn arrives, the crabapple blooms, witnessing the tender buds wither from the emerald green of early spring to the goose yellow of late autumn. I cannot help but feel a sense of sadness in my heart, as if I am afraid of the autumn season and the withering of the yellow flowers and leaves.
岁月像是一条平稳缓慢的河流，逐日逐日地流着。
Time is like a steady and slow river, flowing day by day.
在这条河下面，埋藏着许多我不愿被抹去的回忆。它们藏在秋风里，挂在一轮明月中，还有些则烙印在我的心间。每当一阵阵飒爽的秋风拂过我的面颊时，我就知道是它们回来找我了。它们常在我一个人孤单寂寞时跑来陪伴我，时常唤起我心中某些珍贵的情感。这些情感们总是你一言我一语地在我脑海里对话，这种感觉常让我认为自己在与平行世界里的另一个我对话。或许它是一只小精灵呢？我不知道答案。也许，那是秋天的声音。
Underneath this river, there are many memories that I do not want to erase. They hide in the autumn wind, hang in a bright moon, and some are imprinted in my heart. Every time a gust of cool autumn wind brushes against my cheeks, I know they have come back to find me. They often come to accompany me when I am alone and lonely, and often evoke some precious emotions in my heart. These emotions always converse with each other in my mind, and this feeling often makes me feel like I'm talking to another me in a parallel world. Perhaps it's a little elf? I don't know the answer. Perhaps that is the sound of autumn.
提起秋天，又让我想起了儿时的一年秋日，我与妈妈同坐在一叶小舟上，黄昏映照着妈妈的发丝，显得她比平日多了几分温柔。我们的影子映在湖中央，随着波光潋滟，还挺可爱。
When it comes to autumn, it reminds me of a childhood autumn when my mother and I sat on a small boat together. The dusk shone on my mother's hair, making her appear a bit gentler than usual. Our shadows are reflected in the center of the lake, shimmering with the waves, quite cute.
“欲把西湖比西子，淡妆浓抹总相宜。”小舟一路南下，从柳荫出发，在长满荷花的湖中静静漂流。一切在暮色的村托下似乎都变得朦胧模糊起来。依晰记得我当时手里拿着一个小小的莲蓬，我把它轻轻地抱在怀中，就像人世间的幸福都收入囊中。怀中的莲子发出阵阵清香，氤氲在秋色中。船浆划过湖面，荡起层层涟漪，像是湖的年轮。几片柳叶飘落在湖面上，像是在说“我自由了”。柳叶一直飘啊飘啊，去了我不知道的远方。一切都在秋色的衬托下显得如此安宁美好。
To compare West Lake to Xizi, light and heavy makeup is always suitable. "Xiaozhou sailed south, starting from the shade of willows and drifting quietly in the lake covered with lotus flowers. Everything seems to become hazy and blurry under the twilight of the village. Yixi remembers that I was holding a small lotus seed in my hand at that time, and I gently held it in my arms, as if all the happiness in the world was in my pocket. The lotus seeds in my arms emit a fragrant aroma, lingering in the autumn colors. The oars glided across the lake, creating layers of ripples like the annual rings of the lake. A few willow leaves fell on the lake, as if saying 'I am free'. The willow leaves keep drifting, drifting, to a faraway place I don't know. Everything appears so peaceful and beautiful against the backdrop of autumn.
我望向远山，那片片白云正如那个长长的下午，金色的阳光霎时袭来，眼前的这番景象美得像是幅令人惊叹的画卷，让我仿佛置身于王维描绘的“大漠孤烟直，长河落日圆”的意境中。秋叶绕着我的灵魂旋转，我听到了它们的声音。
I looked towards the distant mountains, and the white clouds were like those of a long afternoon. The golden sunshine suddenly hit me, and the scene before me was so beautiful that it was like a stunning painting, making me feel as if I was in the mood described by Wang Wei, 'The vast desert is shrouded in smoke, and the long river is filled with Japanese yen'. Autumn leaves revolve around my soul, and I hear their voices.
秋天的声音好似滴答滴答的流水声，清澈透亮；又像被太阳晒得酥脆的落叶发出的嘎吱声，让人觉得释然；又似乎带点北风呼啸而过的决绝，宣告着冬天来临的讯号。
The sound of autumn is like the ticking sound of flowing water, clear and transparent; It's like the creaking sound of leaves that are crispy under the sun, which makes people feel relieved; It seems to be accompanied by a decisive howl of the north wind, signaling the arrival of winter.