Put on last clothes when the tree, show a face no longer when the flower, when wind no longer so enthusiastic, the autumn came.
当树穿上最后一件衣裳，当花不再露出脸庞，当风不再那么热情，秋天便来了。
The day in the morning seemed to get angry like, keep a straight face not to talk. Of celestial dusky, resembled draping a curtain, whole world ases if should press like coming down. Chinese ink color writes a composition great cloud overlaps pieces together, attack by surprise goes the blood-red of summer. Ground of wind swift and fierce is moving back and forth, branch chaos is placed, dirt chaos flies. A new day, began so.
早上的天好像生气了似的，板着脸不说话。天空灰蒙蒙的，像披上了一层幕布，整个世界仿佛要压下来一样。墨色的浓云一片片重叠在一起，掩去夏天的猩红。风凌厉地穿梭着，树枝乱摆，灰尘乱飞。新的一天，就这样开始了。
Midday, hoar is in mix colors dish presswork below, bestrew whole sky licentiously. Everything between the world appears so puny, so faint. But merciless God still is indulging them. Cloud layer, be pressed lowlier, this kind of depressing atmosphere makes a person suffocative, there also is kind of inarticulate to experience in the heart. Autumn wind howl and over- , did not blow the ash on people body however, a few lone leaf sway in branch.
中午，灰白色在调色盘的印刷下，放肆地布满整个天空。人世间的一切都显得那么弱小，那么无力。可是无情的老天爷依然放纵着他们。云层，压得更低了，这种沉闷的气氛让人喘不过气，心里也有种说不出的感受。秋风呼啸而过，却没吹走人们身上的灰，几片孤零零的叶子在枝头摇曳。
Afternoon, "Tick, tick " , underground of drop of Qiu Yuxi the sound of rain rise, that one root is fine fine silver-colored needle is cast flintily to fall from inside sky by old day, ground of their as if nothing happened is waving, resembling is the story that tells not to say. Clear chilly is cold, sing merrily and dance gracefully, the faery that Wan Re drops into Fan Chen, dimly discernible is not being had. Blast a cool meaning in be being placed in rain, blow on the face and come, open double arm, devouringly is enjoying this long-unseen cool meaning, much better! Ramble is in in be like knitted Qiu Yu compactly, a kind of strong sense that be at ease completely ground emerges mind. How the person needs a such happiness afternoon, will enjoy this the portion is satisfied ah!
下午，“嘀嗒，嘀嗒”，秋雨淅淅沥沥地下了起来，那一根根细细的银针被老天从空中无情地抛下，它们若无其事地飘着，像是讲一个说不完的故事。清清冷冷，轻歌曼舞，又宛若跌入凡尘的仙子，缥缈无着。阵阵凉意夹在雨中，扑面而来，张开双臂，贪婪地享受着这久违的凉意，多好！漫步在细密如织的秋雨中，一种浓浓的释怀之感一股脑儿地涌上心头。人多么需要一个如此美好的下午，来享受这份惬意啊！
Ah! This is amorous autumn, this is attractive autumn, of this profusion autumn, of this poetic flavour autumn, let me can be put how fall!
啊！这多情的秋，这迷人的秋，这缤纷的秋，这诗意的秋，让我怎能放得下呢！