hoowards 2008-3-22 14:28
Think in autumn
立秋已过 ，天仍很热。树上的叶子依旧绿的可人，秋天在人的眼里仍是遥不可及，却仍是一步步近了。秋天来得含蓄，不象春天带着阳光的气息，温存婉尔，也不比冬天，一路肃杀，咄咄逼人。秋来的默无声息，当你觉到她的脚步时，她已经来到家门口。来到你思绪可以触及的每一个角落。 蜷缩在城市的高楼，除了看落下的黄叶，人们无从感觉秋的气息。
远在乡村，对于秋，却是看的分明，嗅的清楚。当你踯躅在家乡外的河水旁，仔细的听，就会发现，水流的不如夏天来的声响，泠泠的低吟着，象曼妙的女子，穿堂过弄，声急且轻。清晰凉澈的水上分明浮着，嫩黄的叶子，像是一只只的小舟，却没有远去的方向，而，漫自漂着，且行且停，尤自远了。我是难以理解，这树叶怎么如此迫不及待的要落下，岁月变迁？秋风的摇晃？对自由的向往？如这些是理由，那么念及一去不回的长程陌路，越行越远的家乡，是不是可以粘住她誓去的心?秋草还没有完全枯萎,绿的懒洋洋的,在她身体里面感觉不到了夏天奔淌着的浓绿.也嗅不到夏天冲鼻的草香
玉米都已经收了，田里仍留着玉米横削后的划口，只是这伤口里流的不是哀怨，而是带痛的欢笑。自己的任务终于交卸了，可以独自轻松笑向高楚的蓝天，空阔的原野。也不再有人打扰，本是无用之身了，何烦人再空惦记？这在人看来本是苦极，于她却是解脱和释怀四周环望，有村庄一处触目可及。背对村庄，望过去，是无边的田野，上面站着的只有或远或近的树，不要妄想可以走到树尽头，因为无论你走到哪里，站定了远处仍是树，总在你以为到了的时候，眼前不知怎么又蔓生出远方来。
秋天是思绪的季节，让人幡然醒悟的季节，在万物的零落里人和自然都在孕育这下一个锦绣的春天。
The beginning of autumn has already passed, it is still very hot. It is agreeable that the leaf on the tree remains unchanged green, out of reach in people's eyes in autumn, but near step by step. Autumn come implicitly, not the breath with sunshine like spring, attentive and gentle, not than winter either, it is cold and killing all the way, overbearing. The ones that came in autumn are silent and breathless, as you feel until her step, she has already got home to the gate. Come to every corner where your state of mind can be touched.
Roll up the high building in the city, except see the yellow leaf dropped, people have no way of feeling the breath in autumn.
As far back as the village, as to autumn, but the one that saw is clearly demarcated, the ones that scented were known. Walk to and for by the river outside hometown as you, hearing carefully, can find to not so good as sound that come on summer rivers, the chanting in a low voice of Ling Ling, like the graceful woman, the hallway is crossed and got, is urgent and light. Float clearly on the clear and cool and clear water, tender and yellow leaf is like a only small boat, but without direction going far, however, overflow it floating, and walk and stop, since it is far particularly. I am difficult to understand, it should dropped why this leaf is so too impatient to wait, years changes? The rocking of autumn wind? To the free yearning? If these are reasons, then considering stranger of long Cheng not going back, the more competent in the farther hometown, can cling the heart that she swore to go? Grass yet totally withered autumn, a green one languid, a imperceptible to run summer one dark green inside she body. It is fragrant to take a sniff at the grass not washing the nose in summer too.
The maize has already been accepted, rowing the mouth after still paring keeping the maize sideways in the field, just this one that flowed in the wound is not sad, but the laugh that the area aches. One's own task was handed in and unloaded at last, could smile to the high and clear blue sky easily alone, open champaign. Someone bother no longer too, useless body it originally, what be can't be more annoying? This bitter to extremely, free until ring look around being forgotten on her originally in people's view, yes, can meet the eye village one place and. Face away from village, hope, pass by, boundless field, it stands to be either far or close tree only above, don't vainly hope to go to end of the tree, because no matter where you go, it is still a tree to stand firm in the distant place, always when you thought to arrive, do not know why grow climingly out to the distant place again at the moment.
Season of state of mind in autumn, let season that people realize the truth suddenly, people and in a beautiful spring by now of pregnant withing nature in being decayed in everything.