I turned around and found that they match exactly streaks of bright sunlight through the shutters, in the office a few scattered down the color is light, not feel numb. So far today, up till this moment, I just get on and off the moment in the early morning had intimate contact with the atmosphere, feeling Pianleng, a little wet, as if there is fog, vaguely remember the radio saying that a few major highways were closed because of fog had. When will the sun is out, when the fog is scattered, and I actually totally unaware. Matter whether matter whether, in any event, lunch, or eat, and since the sun father himself invitations, of course, went out to eat.
Walked the streets of a hope and not feel slowed down moment, and my heart filled with the eyes of his mouth only a single word: fall. "Ancient capital of Autumn" is a high school texts, that the person in the autumn sun in the afternoon坐在院子里large trees, embrace a cat, a little sleepy feeling, well, while deemed to I was extremely impressed with carved young dream. Remember is a detail, as if to say, after a night of autumn, the morning at the windowsill, there will always be the wind son into a fine dust-like edges. Yu Yu Da-fu of the fine was strange, but also surprised that she has finally had the same with his findings. Can be re-read today, "ancient capital of the autumn," suddenly the original is actually this:
"Sweep the streets under the shade of a burst in the sweep, the dust left over from an article on the broom silk pattern, it appears that not only exquisite, but also feel less busy, unconscious and also feel a bit lonely under the ancients said, the Chinese parasol leaf The world Zhiqiu the Way back, about it was in such a deep place. "
It seems his last ten years, the surprise turned out to be wrong: the ground ran to the ledge, while the broom silk pattern became an air thin plastic edge. Can be in any case, Yu Da-fu is written in August 1934 in Beijing, wanted to come is already nearly seventy years ago by. Not only the city has been completely changed one, that is, a bit of climate is also slightly changed. Today for instance, in November in the season, and willow leaves have not yet yellow, although many have been sparse, it seems like a lot of girls out of the hair into the desolate middle-aged. Ash has not yet finished off the leaves, a few pieces a few pieces hanging in the high branches of the end, he wanders the dark blue while the distant days increasingly seem faint black branches of the stretch dome empty; on the ginkgo tree is all light body or whether its golden Putian then diffuse down the land, the lawn is already filled with a thick layer.
People think that trees have already bleak enough, and can now still windy. Come to a crossroads and so light, I would see the leaves were blown in Montreal, rolling, usually clean asphalt Main Road, was today found that leaf embellishment full. Cross a few traffic police standing center, but also to listen to ring stepping on fallen leaves. At the wheel, several pieces have been born unlucky grind the crushed leaves, and some light-ling of the fly as the wheels turn. Pedestrians coat was the wind Flurry, good at long hair, by pressing, they still give way and the wind was still blowing a mess. Go like the wind pushed the wind, clothes, hair flying forward, Crimping steps also as in the gallop; upwind legs of the like by whom grabbed her hair all been blown to the back of the head, exposed to the entire Basin Series,眯缝着眼睛, walking difficult. But no matter how this is the autumn wind, although slightly too big a word, or make people like.
Car walking ring road is full of something shiny on both sides of the floor, and the other speeding car. Both trees and occasionally a higher long from the bridge can see the top of the tree's branches with the wind behind the building in accordance with the Piaowu, appeared alone the poor. Fortunately, there is an article Yu Da-fu, I discovered that seventy years ago in Beijing is how:
"In Peking, if not out to strike, that is, among the Imperial sea, hire people to a rafter tumbledown buildings occupied by the morning up, bubble bowl of tea, to sit in the courtyard, you can also see a very high the sky-high green, green world can hear sound tame pigeons flying. bottom of leaves from the acacia trees, east down the drain breakdown of the trace of a trace of sunlight, or in broken waist in front of like a trumpet-like morning glory static (Chao-jung) Blue Duo. "
It sounds like a distant dream and awakened, but also may be true that "only the loss of Paradise is the true paradise?"
To a place to eat, but tens of minutes driving distance from where the trees may be scarce, just that some scenes went so far as no traces of blows. Oh, worth mentioning at dozens of minutes can fly to the south, and spacecraft will be able to sit out the earth, and also do not make a fuss. Really glad that there are trees in the city, or how aware the seasons change? Like what you see, all lawn, interval with flowers painted in a variety of patterns, throughout the year are that color, with a total not seen a dry lawn, or flowers to thank, and did not know what method to use.
After dinner, the wind has only the sun still Liangtang Tang's. Cengzhao steps back to the office and can only read the article Liu Xie autumn. Text at the end so it:
"Southern Autumn, of course, also has its specific place, such as Niansi bridge the moon, the autumn wave of the Qiantang River, Mount Putuo cool fog, litchi Bay, Withered, etc., but the color is not concentrated and nostalgia is not forever . Compared to the North's autumn years, just as is the rice wine and white dry rice porridge it with steamed bun, and big bass of the crab, the yellow dog and a camel. "
End of the paragraph a few metaphors I had never figure out when to go to school, there were only thought he meant that the South not as the northern autumn and autumn, such as the white-collar workers in the Golden Collar. Now come to realize that he is actually talking about two different flavors of things and not be divided from top to bottom: rice wine temperature, white dry lie; eat bass light, chewing large crab bold; the South often spur of the moment, while the north steamed bun is a daily ration; but still do not understand the last one: Yellow Dog and the camel. This in the end what does that mean?
Puzzled puzzled return, but in the midst of cement cage, reading this article, Huai-Qiu, Xing Jin had already felt.
Author: ninaxiang
