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我一路寻觅着秋韵。行至成都,拐进一条小巷,路两边都是梧桐与银杏。叶上的秋日来得参差不齐,有些树上仍披着大半的绿色。猛一抬头,落在身前树上的颜色,不知是叶子本身的金黄,还是来自那倚在天边的斜阳。这是我要寻的秋韵吗?晚上,华灯初上。夜色被调得如梦般浓酽,恍若一下就到了深秋。廊桥的飞檐牵着一片古月,整个桥身都染上了昏黄的颜色,是洒上的月色,抑或是被芙蓉城内的秋色染黄。它是我要寻的秋韵吗?次日,我来到杜甫草堂。草堂的墙上挂着杜甫的诗,一首又一
I am looking for autumn rhyme. Travel to Chengdu, turn into an alley, both sides of the road Indus and ginkgo. Autumn leaves on the leaves are uneven, and some trees are still mostly covered in green. Meng looked up, falling on the tree in front of the color, I do not know the golden leaves itself, or from the sun on the horizon. Is this the autumn charm I am looking for? Darkness was transferred as dark as nightmare, reminding us of scenes to the late autumn. Cangqiao eaves holding an ancient month, the entire bridge are dyed yellow color, is shed on the moonlight, or yellow Lotus was the autumn of the city. Is it the autumn charm I am looking for? The next day, I came to Du Fu Thatched Cottage. Du Fu’s wall hanging with poetry, one after another