秋末冬初

冬天的风带着它惯有的寒强势地灌入了秋天的门，在秋的天地里呼啸，凌厉，肆虐。我躲进屋里，紧闭的门窗只为把这股寒阻挡。可怜的太阳的守候者峰，它终是无处可逃，也不屑于逃的，因为它心中自有一抹暖，因为它早已站成了永恒。只是谁还沉湎于秋的美，张望着日出的魅，念着日头高照的暖，又在这一切被冷风袭走时留下轻轻的叹。静静的听，听古老的歌谣在这强劲的风中隐约：

Tell me not, not about chill wind howling

Above the sky fallen leaves are dancing fearless

Tell me not, not about cold rain rustling

Towards warm home skylarks are flying ceaseless

Tell me not, not about things change fast

Keep singing even caught in a thorn bush on the way

Tell me not, not about nothing forever last

That makes it crucial to cherish every single day