摘一片叶，念一个秋，采一朵菊，解思念的愁。
Picking a leaf, reciting an autumn, picking a chrysanthemum, relieving the sorrow of longing.
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望向窗外，看着那朵朵的白云在蓝色大海上遨游，心中不免想起故乡的那片天。有时我还会问自己：像这样美的天海，要是在故乡，会呈现出怎样的一幅图景呢？我不知。但故乡的秋会时时浮现在我的脑海……
Looking out the window, watching the white clouds swimming on the blue sea, I couldn't help but think of the sky in my hometown. Sometimes I ask myself: What kind of scenery would such a beautiful sky and sea present in my hometown? I don't know. But the autumn of my hometown always comes to mind来源 wwW.ZUowEnbA.nET
夕日欲颓，温暖的阳光轻拂大地，那一岁一枯荣的小草披上了金色的光芒。湖面波光粼粼，几片轻盈的羽毛漂浮在水上，流向远方……几只大白鹅昂首挺胸踏步在水泥路上，后面一个小男孩正拿着竿子悠闲地赶着白鹅，它们正往家的方向走去，“嘎嘎……”不知是谁在唱着为秋天而写的歌。
On the eve of the day, the warm sunshine gently brushed the earth, and the in one year, withers and thrives once each was covered with golden light. The lake surface shimmered with light feathers floating in the distance... Several large white geese were standing tall and proud on the cement road, while a little boy behind them was leisurely chasing the geese with a pole. They were walking towards home, "Gaga..." I don't know who was singing a song written for autumn.
远处的山峦上一片火红。片片枫叶像是约定好的，在秋天一齐红了脸。哗啦啦，风儿为秋奏响了和谐的和谐、动听、富有韵味的乐章。一片枫叶带着一树枫叶，一树枫叶带着一座山的枫叶，它们一起舞动，跳着优美的舞蹈，起起伏伏。有些枫叶越过高山，干脆放开了树枝的怀抱，去更广阔的世界里传播它们的种子。它们为秋天的故乡增添了一片艳丽的色彩。我捡起一片火红的枫叶，夹在书本上。
The distant mountains were covered in fiery red. The maple leaves, as if agreed upon, turn red together in autumn. Wow, the wind plays a harmonious, melodious, and charming melody for autumn. A maple leaf carries a maple leaf, a maple leaf carries a maple leaf of a mountain, they dance together, dancing beautifully, rising and falling. Some maple leaves cross high mountains and simply release the embrace of their branches, spreading their seeds to a wider world. They add a vibrant color to their hometown in autumn. I picked up a fiery red maple leaf and placed it between my book.
在道路的两旁生着许多菊花，全是穿着金纱在赞美秋天。奶奶采下一些菊花，将它们晒干放在瓶子中。她说：“孙女，这个你带回去泡泡茶喝，这个可好喝了！明年秋天我再晒一些。”奶奶苍老的脸上露出了灿烂的笑容，如同菊花一般。
On both sides of the road, there are many chrysanthemums, all dressed in golden gauze, praising autumn. Grandma picked some chrysanthemums, dried them, and put them in a bottle. She said, "granddaughter, take this back and have some bubble tea. It's really delicious! I'll sun some more next autumn." Grandma's aged face showed a bright smile, like a chrysanthemum.
每次思念家乡时，我就会泡一杯菊花茶，看一看那片火红的枫叶，也许它们能解我的乡愁。
Every time I miss my hometown, I make a cup of chrysanthemum tea and take a look at those fiery red maple leaves. Perhaps they can alleviate my homesickness.