秋天来的时候,总是伴随着满地的落叶。周末,如此阳光灿烂,天空澄明,应该相约去看看牵动你一片片悠悠远思的落叶。走进故乡般的崔岗,远离喧闹,正是静静地观赏、静静地想象的好地方。难怪这里悄悄地成了艺术家村。去桃花岛,树林深处,曲径通幽。一阵秋风拂过,杨树金黄或枯黄的落叶沙沙作响,徐徐飘落,耳边响起的似乎是理查德·克莱德曼的《秋日的私语》。 Autumn is always accompanied by the deciduous land. Weekend, so sunny, the sky clear, should meet to see you affect the long distance thinking of the leaves. Into the hometown of Cui Gang, away from noisy, it is quietly watching, quietly imagine a good place. No wonder here quietly became an artist village. To Peach Blossom Island, deep forests, winding path. A blown autumn wind, poplar golden or yellow leaves rustling, slowly falling, ears sounded like Richard Clayderman's “autumn whisper.”