一个劲地高,一个劲地远。高和远的剧烈碰撞就是秋天。一个劲地蓝,一个劲地黄。塞住蓝和黄之间那么一点点缝隙的就是秋天。所有的树木,都向自己的内心集结。涌向铁路和地平线的庄稼,回过头来,叩拜一座盛大的寺庙。它们的籽粒裸露在大地上,那么坦然。一条路从山顶上追下来,仿佛是岁月长长出了一口气,它所连带的速度、状态、方式和色彩都重新舒缓了一下。在一条目光上,我摸到了一层薄薄的霜。秋天给我的是一种落地的感觉。 Keep going high, keep going. The violent collision between high and far is the fall. I kept going blue, I kept it yellow. Catch a little gap between blue and yellow is the fall. All the trees are assembled to their own heart. Flocked to the railroads and the horizon of crops, come back and bow down to a grand temple. Their seeds bare on the earth, so calm. A road from the top of the hill to chase down, as if years of breath out of breath, it associated with the speed, status, manner and color are re-relieved a bit. In a glance, I touched a thin layer of cream. Autumn gives me a sense of landing.