一放假，我和弟弟恨不得化身小鸟，“嗖”地窜到太奶奶家门口的“大乐园”里玩个够。
On vacation, my younger brother and I wished we could transform into birds and "swoosh" to the "big amusement park" in front of Grandma Tai's house to have fun.
这里的秋天美得像童话。清晨，新鲜的露珠穿过枝头，顺着叶尖滴落，我和弟弟踮起脚，伸出手就能接住。一不留神，露珠滴进了弟弟的脖子，弟弟“嘶”地咧了下嘴，缩起小脑袋，我和太奶奶在一旁忍不住咯咯地笑。
The autumn here is as beautiful as a fairy tale. In the morning, fresh dewdrops pass through the branches and drip along the tips of the leaves. My brother and I stand on tiptoe and reach out to catch them. Accidentally, dewdrops dripped into my younger brother's neck. He grinned and shrank his head, while my grandmother and I couldn't help but giggle on the side.
山那边的云朵慢慢变成了粉色棉花糖，太阳公公忍不住咬了一口，棉花糖融化了，阳光一下子洒了下来，洒在了太奶奶家的屋顶上、窗户里，还有正在院子打盹的小狗“嗨皮”身上。
The clouds on the other side of the mountain slowly turned into pink marshmallows. The sun couldn't help but take a bite, and the marshmallows melted. The sunlight suddenly fell on the roof and windows of Grandma Tai's house, as well as on the little dog "Hi Pi" who was dozing off in the yard.
我们搬来小椅子，依偎在太奶奶身边吃着软糯的小米粥，听她用吴侬软语的杭州话讲故事。“村口的银杏树年纪比我还大，为了保护它的根系，住在树下的张爷爷主动拆掉了老房子，村里在那儿建了生态园。银杏树越长越大，越来越漂亮，好多年轻人都喜欢来拍照。”“哈哈，这叫网红打卡。”我凑到太奶奶耳边说。
We moved in small chairs, snuggled up beside Grandma and ate soft glutinous millet porridge, listening to her tell stories in Wunong's soft Hangzhou dialect. The ginkgo tree at the entrance of the village is even older than me. In order to protect its roots, Grandpa Zhang, who lives under the tree, voluntarily demolished the old house and built an ecological park there. The ginkgo tree is growing bigger and more beautiful, and many young people like to come and take photos. Haha, this is called internet celebrity check-in, "I leaned in to Grandma Tai's ear and said.
秋天的银杏树，张开手臂，在阳光下翩翩起舞，一摇曳，满地金黄。风吹来，一百多岁的银杏树“沙沙”地唱着古老的歌谣，和着太奶奶的故事，历久弥新。
The ginkgo tree in autumn opens its arms and dances gracefully in the sunshine, swaying and turning golden all over the ground. The wind blows, and the ginkgo tree, which is over a hundred years old, sings ancient songs with a rustling sound, telling the story of the great grandmother, enduring and becoming new.
我和弟弟牵着太奶奶，慢慢逛着村里的老街。老街从一条泥泞青绿的石板小巷变成了宽阔热闹的商业街。瞧，桂花糖藕、糖炒栗子、香甜柿子……路过的人们忍不住放慢脚步，好像不尝点什么，都对不起这香气迷人的秋天。
My younger brother and I slowly strolled through the old streets of the village, holding my grandmother's hand. The old street has transformed from a muddy and green stone alleyway into a wide and bustling commercial street. Look, sweet scented osmanthus and sugar lotus root, Roasted chestnuts in sugar-coated heated sand, sweet persimmons... People who pass by can't help slowing down. It seems that they don't taste anything. They are sorry for this charming autumn.
远处的山慢慢披上了彩衣，门口的稻田像偷喝了爷爷的酒，脸红了整片，在风中跳舞。
The distant mountains slowly put on colorful clothes, and the rice fields at the entrance seemed to have stolen grandpa's wine, blushing and dancing in the wind.
家门口的秋天真美！
The autumn at my doorstep is so beautiful!