落叶空山,寒枝拣尽。在这个秋意阑珊的午后,采一束阳光,读几卷诗书,日子陶然忘机。走过山长水远的流年,以为世事早已面目全非,生出许多无端的况味。原来有一种岁月叫慈悲,因为它懂得,在这寥廓的人间剧场,一个人要从开场走到落幕,是多么不易。所以它如此宽厚,让尝尽烟火的我们,依旧拥有一颗梨花似雪的心。 Fall leaves empty mountains, cold branches pick up. In the autumn afternoon, adopt a bouquet of sunshine, read a few volumes of poetry, forgetting about the days. Walking past the long stream far away, that the world has long been beyond recognition, gave birth to many unheard of flavor. Originally, there was a time called compassion because it understood how difficult it is for a man to come to an end from the opening in this infinity human theater. So it is generous, let us taste the fireworks, still has a pear snow-like heart.