秋天即將來臨

晨起，窗外的空氣已有些涼意，陽光不再盛夏般刺眼，卻帶著一種柔和的金黃。葉片在風中微微顫動，彷彿在低聲告訴我：季節已然轉換。

夏日的喧囂逐漸退去，大地準備換上深沉而內斂的色彩。心中忽然湧上一股說不清的感觸——秋天總像是一首低迴的詩，帶著成熟、收穫，也夾雜著淡淡的憂愁。

我靜靜望著天空，雲層舒展，像在書寫無聲的篇章。生命的腳步在四季輪轉裡如此清晰，提醒著我珍惜眼前的時光。

Autumn Is Drawing Near

When I awoke this morning, the air outside carried a hint of coolness. The sunlight no longer burned with the sharpness of summer, but rather instead it spilled out in a gentle golden glow. The leaves trembled lightly in the breeze, as if whispering a silent announcement to me: the season has turned.

The clamor of summer slowly fades away, and the earth prepares to dress itself in deeper, quieter colors. A sudden tide of feeling rises in my heart—autumn has always felt like a lingering poem, one that speaks of ripeness and harvest, yet it is often touched with brushstrokes of melancholy.

I gazed quietly up at the sky, where the clouds stretched out wide, were writing silent verses of their own. In the turning of the seasons, the steps of life reveal themselves so clearly, reminding me to cherish the fleeting moments of the present.