英语短篇美文读后感

秋之恋

不知为何，对秋，我总有种特殊的依恋。爱秋日里的凉风，爱秋风中像黄蝴蝶一样飞舞漫天的叶子，更爱秋天的味道，香香的，甜甜的，有收获的气息......浓浓的，犹如我的秋之恋......

时常一个人漫步在林间的小道上，秋叶一片片从树上飘落到我的头上，肩上。轻轻的，好似一只美丽的蝴蝶在我身上停留了一下又飞走，一种得而复失的感觉充满我心。不经意拾起一片，放在鼻前闻闻，有一种奇特又古老的香气，似乎它并不是来自树上而是出自过去，叶子的黄色记录着它的历史，小小的皱痕讲诉着它的过去，每一片叶子都有自己的回忆，是苦是甜只有它自己才能追忆……

偶尔看见几棵树上结着沉甸甸的果实，一种莫名的喜悦填满我心，喜欢摇一摇树干，让它掉下几粒，拾起，捧在手心，沉沉的，知道它们来之不易。有种收获的欢悦又不忘抬头望望，树上还有几片叶子，轻轻的随风摇晃，不用猜，它们一定在为自己的付出唱着歌，为自己用生命换来的果实跳着舞，它们明知道自己即将结束生命,会被风儿掩埋于地，可却无怨无悔。因为它们了解，果实是它们生命的延续，明年春季，又有一批新“兵”接下它们的岗位，永不停息……

不小心，小果实掉下几粒，被风吹着在地上滚着前进，不忍心让它们离去，跟着跑起来。不觉之中，跑上一个小山坡，站在坡顶，衣角在风的牵引下飘荡，闭上眼睛感觉头发被风吹起那种奇妙的感觉，发现自己好爱那习习凉风，好爱风中凄凉而又香甜的气息。站了好久，不愿离去，看着太阳一点点落下，感觉黄昏在慢慢来临，叹息这美好事物的短暂与脆弱……

没有星星，却听见风儿的私语。躺在一片空地上仰望天空，想起思念的朋友、家人，眼泪不经意的落下，却听离我最近的地方有人为我带来远方海浪的声音，蓝蓝的，忧郁的，但又是白白的，亮亮的，欢娱的……

累了，闭上眼，眼睛朦朦的，模糊了，睡着了……

一种凉凉的东西犹如珍珠滑下我的脸，睁开眼，发现天空飘着小雨，细细的，柔柔的似乎有些忧愁，慢慢的和着雨的节拍跑回我的归处——温暖的，充满爱的小房间，里面有我最爱的一切和爱我的一切，坐在软软的沙发上，喝着准备好的牛奶，甜甜的有点秋实的气息，喝着它，暖暖的，等待着，等待着黎明，等待着下一个秋天的来临……

"Autumn Love" Feedback

I do not know why, for autumn, I always a kind of a special attachment. Inside the cool autumn love, love autumn in the same yellow butterflies fluttering all over the sky like a leaf, but also love the taste of autumn, savory, and sweet, there are harvest ...... deep breath, and if I Love autumn ......

Often a person walking in the forest between the track, autumn leaf falling from a tree a piece to my head, shoulders. Gently, as if a beautiful butterfly in me to stay a bit then fly away, a feeling of lost it filled my heart. Inadvertently picked up one, on the nose before the smell, there is an aroma of exotic and ancient, it seems that it did not come from trees, but from the past, the yellow leaves a record of its history, small wrinkles speak v. with its past, each leaf has its own memories, bitter or sweet it alone can we look back ... ...

Occasionally see the trees at the junction with heavy fruit trees, an inexplicable joy filled my heart like a shake the trunk, and it fell not fresh, picked up, and holding in the palm of the hand heavy, know that they are hard to come by . A kind of joy they did not forget the harvest looked up, there are a few leaves on trees, the wind gently rocking, do not guess, they must pay for their own singing for themselves the fruits of his life in exchange for jumping the dance, they know very soon end their lives would be buried in the ground Feng ER can have no regrets. Because they understand that fruit is a continuation of their life, next spring, another batch of new "soldiers" to take over their positions, does not stand still ... ...

Do not care, small fruit falls not fresh, the wind with the ground Gunzhe forward, could not bear to let them leave, followed by running up. Among unknowingly ran up a small hill, standing on top of the hill, pulled by the wind Yijiao floating, eyes closed, feeling the wind from the hair that wonderful feeling to find myself a good loved the cool breeze, good love the wind, bleak yet sweet flavor. Stand for a long time and refuse to leave, watching the sun a little bit of fall, feeling the evening is slowly coming to beautiful things in a short sigh and vulnerability ... ...

No stars, but hear the whispers Feng ER. Lying in an open space looking at the sky, think of mifriends, family, tears falling inadvertently, academics can not even my nearest place where it was for me to bring the voices of distant waves, blue, and melancholy, but in vain , Liang Liang, and joyous of the ... ...

Tired, shut our eyes, the eyes Meng Meng, and blurred, and fell asleep ... ...

A cool thing like a pearl slide down my face, opened his eyes and found that the sky are inundated with light rain, thin, Rou Rou's seems a bit sad, and slowly and beat the rain ran back to my depart -- warm, loving little room in which my favorite of all and love all my sitting on a soft sofa, drinking the prepared milk, sweet little Qiushi atmosphere, drinking it the warm, waiting, waiting for dawn, waiting for the arrival of autumn, the next one 。