Autumn it is silent, it came soundlessly, sad again and went soundlessly. When that Huang Xie is hit roll when, just know it to already arrived, fly violently when Bai Xue when, just know it to already left. Autumn sound is colorful, also be uncertain, when you hep when it, it changed new clothes, become unmanned and witting.
秋是沉默的，它无声的来了，又悄而无声地去了。当那黄叶打卷之时，才知它已降临，当白雪纷飞之时，才知它已离去。秋的声音是多彩的，也是不可预测的，当你熟知它时，它便换上了新衣，变得无人知晓。
Autumn sound is the sound that rain makes a leaf. When autumn when coming, it fell. “ rustle, rustle ” . See that fine if the pluvial silk of hair is in headroom agley glide, fall in red li of fully yellow leaf on, become suddenly a transparent flower, fall again, disappear goes dispersedly, without can chase after abide. This sound crisscross is in wind in. “ rustle, rustle ” it is so not resonant, make person mind Qing Dynasty angry again however bright. It drove out summerly sweat, brought autumn cool.
秋的声音是雨打树叶的声音。当秋来时，它便落了。“沙沙，沙沙”。看那细如毛发的雨丝在高空中斜斜地滑过，落在红里透黄的树叶上，忽地变成朵朵透明的花儿，又落下去，消散开去，无可追循。这声音交错在风儿之中。“沙沙，沙沙”它不那么响亮，却又令人神清气爽。它驱逐了夏的汗水，带来了秋的凉爽。
Autumn sound is the sound that Qiu Chanming makes. When autumn when coming, it declined. “ cicada, cicada ……” that sound is such Bei is cool. Na Chan, like a singer, with oneself one's remaining days, go the grief with final compose. See it stand in branch, put sound to sing. In summer of that sound unlike that kind cries bright, that kind is happy. It is like a shooting star, be in gradually in the years of prediction of a person's luck in a given year, slowly glide vast sky, taking sadness, nobody ask dawn.
秋的声音是秋蝉鸣叫的声音。当秋来时，它便衰了。“知了，知了……”那声音如此悲凉。那蝉儿，犹如一位歌唱家，用自己的残生，去谱写最后的哀伤。看它站在枝头，放声歌唱。那声音不像夏日里那般鸣亮，那般快活。它如一道流星，在逐渐流失的岁月中，缓缓滑过长空，带着悲伤，无人问晓。
Autumn sound is leaf waves falling sound. When autumn when coming, it left. The paper that that leaf of …” of Fu of … Fu of Fu of “ composition Fu is like a piece of Zhang Gong to fizzle out, as wind, hitting roll, fall gently on the land that is crossed loosely by the earthworm, no less than the children when that is green, bringing parting sound, the bit by bit is far from his home town.
秋的声音是叶子飘落的声音。当秋来时，它便离开了。“作文窣窣…窣窣…”那叶子如一张张红黄的纸，随着风，打着卷儿，轻轻地落在了被蚯蚓翻得松软的土地上，正如那青春之时的儿女，带着离别的声音，一点一点地远离他的家乡。
Autumn the sound that sound is paddy maturity. When autumn when coming, it came. This sound of ……” of “ bang bang is so ringing. The pigeon is volant that field below, the paddy like gold is already lop it that fine waist, facing the sun, be like in acknowledgment, resemble be in again recount. The banging sonic boom of mower by prep as far as close, as that sound, they shucked off aureate crust, let snow-white corn fall into gunny-bag in.
秋的声音是稻谷成熟的声音。当秋来时，它便来了。“啪啪……”这声音如此清脆。白鸽展翅下的那片田野，如金子般的稻谷早已垂下了它那纤细的腰，面对着太阳，似在感谢，又像在诉说。收割机的轰轰声由远及近，随着那声音，它们脱去了金色的外壳，让雪白的谷粒落进了麻袋之中。
Autumn sound is wild goose puts in the sound that go 's charge. When autumn when coming, it went. —— of “ …… attacks arris arris ……” sees that wild goose, spread out its bounty the sound that snow-white wing is bringing years to be on the move. It flies in fine sky, see the mouth of that Huang Huang, see the double leg with that red apple. Its back is in the sky of azure blue, gradually, gradually, coagulate a small macula, disappear in distance. That sound is on the move like years kind of lacerate vast sky, when you answer a god, it leaves already however.
秋的声音是大雁归去的声音。当秋来时，它便去了。“嘎……嘎——扑棱棱……”看那大雁，展开它宽大又雪白的翅膀带着岁月流转的声音。它飞翔在晴朗的空中，看那黄黄的嘴巴，看那苹果红的双腿。它的背影在湛蓝的空中，渐渐地，渐渐地，凝成一个小小的黑点，消失在远方。那声音如岁月流转般划破长空，在你回神时，它却早已离开。
Autumn it is silent, it came, went again, left a paragraph only unpredicatable, the sound with long aftertaste.
秋是沉默的，它来了，又走了，只留下了一段变幻莫测的，余韵悠长的声音。(文/邵思睿)