清原东桥往南,路过几户农舍,便到了带有几分乡土风情和萧瑟诗意的晚秋原野。妻问:“你习惯于向人群集中的地方凑合,今秋为什么突然爱到田间散步了呢?是不是感到已到知天命之年,如同年老的大象一样,索然离群,悄然逝去?”对妻的问话,我不知如何作答为好。作为小城机关的工薪族,面对一码码的稻谷和间或几块翠绿而略显哀戚的秋白菜,似有一种悲壮的感 Qingyuan East Bridge south, passing several farmhouses, they arrived with a bit of local style and bleak poetic late autumn fields. Wife asked: “You are accustomed to improvise to the crowded places, autumn why suddenly love to walk in the field? Did not feel to know the fate of the year, as the same as the old elephants, suddenly divorced, quietly passed away? ”My wife’s question, I do not know how to answer as well. As a wage earner in a small town government, it seems as if there is a sense of tragedy in the face of a yards of rice and some green and slightly gloomy autumn cabbage