你是裹在秋风里第一次打在人们脸上的雨滴,随着幽幽的雨声,我仿佛走过一个边缘,心里十分空凉。季节的行走十分的匆忙,它无需抬头看路,亦能找到远逝的方向。而且它走路的姿势里有一种不可捕捉的、伤楚的美,一直深入到生命的内部,那视野的尽头。采风的人行走在田埂上,向农人打听秋妹的家乡。农人说:那首歌……村街的尽头,一簇野菊放眼地开着,你可以有足够的时间大把地采摘。而现在,钢琴架的那 You are wrapped in the autumn wind for the first time in people’s face raindrops, with the faint rain, I seem to have gone through a fringe, my heart is very cool. The season’s walking in a hurry, it does not need to look up the road, but also to find the faraway direction. And there is an incapable and traumatic beauty in the walking posture that goes deep into the interior of life, the end of its horizon. People who collect the wind walk in the fields to ask the peasant about the hometown of autumn sister. The farmer said: that song ... ... the end of the village street, a cluster of wild chrysanthemums open to the eyes, you can have enough time to pick a lot. And now, the piano stand