寂静的林间小路上,终年在外劳碌难得回家的年轻人正陪伴父亲散步。父亲行动迟缓,又格外留意身边的一草一木,年轻人不得不一次次停下来等待。正当年轻人失去耐心时,父亲的视线被远处漫山遍野的红叶吸引住了,秋季蔚蓝的天空仿佛也在欣赏她亲手给小山织就的红斗篷。父亲停下脚步问 On the silent path of the forest, young people who had returned home from work to work all year round were walking with their father. The father was slow to move and he had to pay special attention to the grass and trees around him. Young people had to stop and wait again and again. When the young man was losing his patience, his father’s attention was drawn to the red leaves of distant mountains and plains, and the blue sky of autumn seemed to appreciate the red cloak she had woven herself into the hill. Father stopped and asked