南昌,秋雨潇潇。我撑着一把雨伞,打听青云谱的路径。汽车七转八拐,它忽然走进我的视野。一座极其平常的道观,朴素得没有任何装饰。然而,它吸引了那么多的游人驻足徘徊于此,这也许是因为八大山人的声名。走进道观,周围的小草小木,在秋风秋雨中打着寒噤,只有几棵高大的槐树,支撑起它雄壮的体魄,声色不动地站立在那里—一副饱经沧桑的模样。见证了一个时代又一个时代的变迁和人来人往,它们已经变得安详、稳重和处变不惊了。今天我来了,只不过是道观里的一 Nanchang, drizzle autumn. I am holding an umbrella, asking about the path of Qingyun spectrum. Turn the car seven turn eight, it suddenly came into my horizons. A very ordinary Taoist, plain without any decoration. However, it has attracted so many tourists stop wandering here, perhaps because of the reputation of Badaling people. Into the Taoist concept, surrounded by grass and wood, in the autumn wind chills, only a few tall locust tree, supporting its magnificent body, standing there quietly - a full of vicissitudes of life. It has witnessed the transformation and interpersonal exchanges in another era of an era. They have become serene, steady and unsurprising. Today I am here, it is just one of the Taoists