金秋十月,一群别样的文人从四面八方汇聚到了这里:临淄涌泉,一个据说是当年孟姜女寻夫投河自尽的地方,一个小的不能再小的山村。小村被包裹在大山里,一个如同隐匿在彩色外袍皱褶里的小小针脚。寂寥的大山因了这群陌生的人群而躁动,尽管石路、院落里是常年的寂静,却与高枝上惊喜跃动的喜鹊一搭一合。掀开沉默的山石,打开深山的寂寞,人群追寻着孟姜女当年失落的蛛丝马迹。齐长城的半山腰,我见到了一尊大佛,静静地俯视着向上攀登的每一个人。大佛的怜悯表现在,不 In the autumn of October, a group of other literati gathered here from all directions: Linzi Yongquan, a small mountain village no longer known to be a landowner when Meng Jiangnu was betrayed. The village was wrapped in the mountains, a small pin hidden in the folds of the colorful robe. Lonely mountain because of this group of strangers and agitation, although the stone road, the courtyard is a year-round silence, but with the high branches of the magpie jumped on surprise together. Open the silence of the rocks, open the lonely mountains, the crowd chasing Meng Jiangnu then lost clues. Qi halfway up the Great Wall, I saw a giant Buddha, quietly overlooking each person climbing up. The compassion of the Buddha is manifest, no