天气渐渐转凉,我的心却越发温暖。来到一处秋千架边,耳畔塞满欢声笑语。高大的铁杆,稳稳地支撑起秋千。两根牢固的麻绳添了岁月的痕迹,秋千在秋风中摆动,不时发出磨擦的声音。我很喜欢荡秋千。奶奶说,把秋千荡得高高的,能看见在天上玩耍的天使。秋千很高,我够不着,总有一双温暖的手把我抱上秋千。母亲俯下身来,白色的连衣裙在风中摇曳。我偷偷地抚摸母亲的头发,滑滋滋的。 The weather is getting cooler, my heart is warmer and warmer. Came to a swing frame, ears filled with laughter. Tall irons, stable support from the swing. Two solid hemp rope added traces of years, the swing swing in the autumn wind, from time to time issued a friction sound. I like to swing. Grandma said that the swing swinging high, can see the angel playing in the sky. Swing high, I can not get enough, there is always a pair of warm hands I hold on the swing. Mother bent down, white dress swaying in the wind. I secretly stroke my mother’s hair, slipped.