Diary 10.22 If autumn nearly passes, can winter be far behind? Autumn, season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, is close bosom- friend of laborious farmer. Sometimes she seems to be a woman in love with a gentle and unique fragrance, and sometimes she seems to be a spinster and forces the sun into the cloud. Autumn spares me a few days but I have forgotten what I had done during the beautiful season What a shame! 如果秋天快要结束了，那么冬天还会远吗？ 秋天，一个雾霭迷濛、硕果芳醇的季节，是辛勤耕种的农夫的挚友 有时候她就像恋爱中的女人一样，有着温和而独特的芳香。 有时候她就像个怨妇一般，将太阳赶进了云层中。 秋天已经所剩无几，但是我已经忘了在这季节我到底做过些虾米~~ 真遗憾啊！