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秋风像母亲的手,轻轻抚着这个平静的小山村,抚红了柿子,抚黄了桔子,也抚熟了那带刺儿的栗子。褐色的山峦让这儿远离城市的喧嚣,使这儿的空气也蕴含着丰收的喜悦。一条林荫小路蜿蜒地向远方延伸。虽已入秋,阳光依然那样刺眼。一个女孩从屋角边窜了出来,在小路上欢快地往前走。女孩长得眉清目秀,一双水汪汪的眼睛像被泉水洗涤过一样,那么透明,那么黑亮。朴素的穿着,让她自然地融于这美丽的小山村中。女孩跑到一棵栗子树下,朝树上亲切地喊了一声：“爷爷!”只听见从树上飘下一个亲切的回音：“小家伙,快来捡栗子。今年咱家的栗
The autumn wind, like the hand of her mother, stroking this peaceful little mountain village, reding the persimmons, yellowing the oranges, and stroking the chestnuts that had been punctured. The brown mountains keep the city away from the hustle and bustle of the city, making the air here a joyful harvest. A tree-lined path stretches far into the distance. Although it has entered the autumn, the sun is still dazzling. A girl came out from the corner of the house and walked forward on the little road. The girls look beautiful, and the watery eyes are washed like springs, so transparent, so black. Simple dress, let her naturally melt in this beautiful small mountain village. The girl ran under a chestnut tree and shouted graciously toward the tree: “Grandpa!” I heard only a kind of echo from the tree: “Little one, come and pick up the chestnuts.