文藝美學(xué)INS雜志風(fēng)秋天散文詩(shī)歌簡(jiǎn)約黃色棕色模版

當(dāng)最后一縷夏風(fēng)帶著燥熱轉(zhuǎn)身，秋便提著顏料盒悄然降臨。它不是單一的金黃，而是在墨綠里揉進(jìn)橙紅，于蒼藍(lán)中暈開赭石，讓每片葉子都成為流動(dòng)的色塊，每陣風(fēng)都裹挾著顏料的氣息。

Rice fields surge with golden waves in twilight,scarecrows stand as eternal sentinels.Sunset dyes the sky honey-colored,even kitchen smoke carries caramel sweetness。 

Morning mist overspreads the pond,adorning lotus leaves with crystal buttons.Dewdrops roll on grass blades,reflecting the entire sky's blue. 

秋雨敲打著梧桐葉，像無(wú)數(shù)手指在彈古老的琴。落葉鋪成地毯，讓每一步都踩著脆生生的韻腳。蟋蟀把琴聲調(diào)得更低了，好讓冬眠的種子能聽清大地的心跳。

Autumn rain taps wutong leaves, like countless fingers playing an ancient zither. Fallen leaves spread as carpets, making every step tread on crisp rhymes. Crickets lower their melodies. 

Wind passes through the orchard, plucking apples'blush and pears' yellow. Farmers'laughter falls into bamboo baskets,heavy with fruits.The distant cornfield rustles.

Migratory birds write migration poems in the sky,each stroke pointing to warm distances.Old trees shake off the last leaf,revealing sturdy branches,learning to face the sky openly before cold winds arrive. 

The teacup on the stone table cools and warms again,chrysanthemum tea unfolds into golden clouds in water.An old man squints,.