The autumn arrived stealthily, every arrive this moment, I always like to collect various leaves when bookmark.
秋天悄悄地降临了，每到这个时候，我总喜欢收集各种各样的树叶当书签。
Your look, that fiery maple leaf, clustering round, far look like posse fire, it is below the sun glisten. Approached, maple leaves resemble a star of a red, resemble the hand of the baby of small and exquisite again. Pick a maple leaf to be placed in book, cannot pass how long, the color of maple leaf can become shallow to become weak. The tree that maple leaf makes signs some hair fragile, if not model seals the word that rise, break off very easily.
你瞧，那火红的枫叶，簇拥着，远看像一团火，在太阳底下闪闪发光。走近了，一片片枫叶像一颗颗红色的星星，又像小巧玲珑的娃娃的手。摘一片枫叶夹到书本里，过不了多久，枫叶的颜色就会变浅变淡。枫叶制成的树签有些发脆，如果不塑封起来的话，很容易折断。
The pine that towers aloft high then ases if each cavalier, resemble a pagoda of a green again, be filled with deep esteem letting a person. Piny leaf is green forever, fine fine, spinous, can be fond of by its jab carelessly a bit. Of tuft of pine leaf tuft, crowded on loose branch crowded endure those who endure, resemble the brotherly sister that be close friends. I never write a composition to had made a title label pasted on the cover of a Chinese-style thread-bound book with Song Xie, it is to be afraid of be plunged into, 2 it is not to want to make their brother sister detached.
那高高耸立的松树仿佛一个个武士，又像一座座绿色的宝塔，让人肃然起敬。松树的叶子永远是绿色的，细细的，尖尖的，稍不注意就会被它戳疼。松树叶一簇一簇的，在松枝上挤挤挨挨的，就像要好的兄弟姐妹。我从未作文用松叶做过书签，一是怕被扎，二是不想让他们兄弟姐妹分离。
Autumn wind has been blown, page of the most handsome ginkgo wanting number. Write down so that have a year of fall, mom takes me to go the ginkgo garden of the seaside. Fall on the ground full thick golden ginkgo leaf, go above the noise that gives out “ rustle sanded ” , I jumped out on that aureate rug a lively symphony. Look up, below blue sky white cloud, leaf have dance lightly in autumn wind. That, my picking up lots and lots of ginkgo leaf, greatly small, resemble extremely one Zhang Zhang palm-leaf fan. Ginkgo leaf is placed in the book directly, be the former zoology a title label pasted on the cover of a Chinese-style thread-bound book that I like most.
秋风吹过，最漂亮的要数银杏叶了。记得有一年秋天，妈妈带我去海边的银杏园。地上落满了厚厚的金黄的银杏叶，走在上面发出“沙沙沙”的响声，我在那片金色的毯子上跳出了一首欢快的交响乐。抬头望去，蓝天白云下，一片片叶子在秋风中翩翩起舞。那次，我捡拾了许许多多的银杏叶，大大小小的，像极了一张张芭蕉扇。银杏叶直接夹在书里，便是我最喜欢的原生态书签了。
The autumn, will go again in the infatuation of my leaf to form form type, went coming again. My collect a lot of similar leaves, but I never discover two identical leaf.
秋天，在我对形形式式的树叶的迷恋中来了又去，去了又来。我搜集了许多相似的树叶，但我从未发现两片相同的叶子。(文/张亦驰)