The autumn of birthplace is the song with an a long time ago long continous. He is being sung singing, south the wild goose of change blast the land that sheds what do not abandon repeatedly to had turned round to be familiar with with that bids farewell one by one; Singing singing, the afterglow apply colours to a drawing horizon a pink; Singing singing, clear can mirror the achieve after the brook water of cross-strait scenery knocks those who gave Qiu Zhige.
故乡的秋天是一首悠远绵长的歌。他唱着唱着，南迁的雁阵流连不舍的回过头与那熟悉的土地一一作别；唱着唱着，天边的晚霞渲染了一抹粉红；唱着唱着，清澈的能映出两岸景物的溪水敲出了秋之歌的后奏。
Once tried to be the autumnal compose composition of birthplace, I what can do not have musical talent forever music gives that unruffled pleasure.
曾经试着为故乡的秋天谱写乐曲，可没有音乐天赋的我永远都谱出那安详的快乐。
The autumn of birthplace is a flaming canvas. He is drawing the person that draw, golden rice blow triumphal bugle, took out spike of rice, of heavy; Drawing a picture to wear, the young crops with mottled colour, imperceptible climb full wet earthy layer; Drawing a picture to wear, the leaf of that old maple before the door flounced off limb, the maple leaf of fiery color burns the end that gave Qiu Zhihua.
故乡的秋天是一幅色彩鲜明的油画。他画着画者，金黄的稻子吹响了胜利的号角，抽出了稻穗，沉甸甸的；画着画着，色彩斑驳的青苗，不知不觉间爬满了湿润的土层；画着画着，门前那棵老枫树的叶子挣脱了枝干，火红色的枫叶烧出了秋之华的尾声。
Once tried to write a composition for birthplace / autumnal draw brushwork coils, I what can do not have art draw endowment do not depict the gratification that gives Na Can to rot from beginning to end.
曾经试着为故乡作文/的秋天描绘画卷，可没有美术画图天赋的我始终描绘不出那灿烂的喜悦。
The autumn of birthplace is the small poem with extremely lively hand. Reading aloud, cricket is quiet in in of unbridled bleating; Reading aloud, the grove of overgrow phoenix tree flies off below the impel of autumn wind every piece greenery; Reading aloud, on the alley plating that sunshine gives native land one dazzling golden, the alley of that full of deep feeling went out for Qiu Zhige chart clang strong ending.
故乡的秋天是手无比明快的小诗。念着念着，蟋蟀在一片安静中肆无忌惮的鸣叫着；念着念着，长满梧桐的林子便在秋风的感召下飞出片片绿叶；念着念着，阳光给故乡的小路镀上一层耀眼的金黄，那条饱含深情的小路为秋之歌谱出了铿锵有力的结尾。
Once tried to write poetry for the autumn of birthplace, can think I the composition is pretty good still cannot make figure, vivid home oneself autumn.
曾经尝试为故乡的秋天创作诗歌，可自认为作文还不错的我从来无法做出形象、生动的故乡之秋。
Summer steps verdure far go, the autumn goes in money of golden the name of the donor that have bunch. Yearn for a distant birthplace again in me strange personally, still have that day in distant birthplace the autumn with very tall, very small cloud.
夏天踏碧绿远去，秋天在金黄的拥簇下款款走来。身在异乡的我又一次怀念起遥远的故乡，还有遥远的故乡里那个天很高、云很低的秋天。