1眨眼工夫,已近仲秋。秋风裹着丝丝寒凉,一点一点地夺走随处可见的盎然绿色,把绿悄然地变成了层次不一的黄,沧桑的黄。再过些日子,秋风的手笔更大,所过之处,尽是落英缤纷的悲壮。当树梢变得像个秃子时,冬天不声不响地来了。肖意和尚文柳离婚后,在家休养了两个月,再次来到北京,出了火车站拖着行李箱的她对我说的第一句话就是,伟 1 blink of an eye, almost mid autumn. Autumn wind wrapped in slightest cold, little by little to take the green everywhere, the green quietly into a yellow, vicissitudes Huang. A few days later, the autumn wind handwriting is bigger, whereabouts, is full of colorful tragedy. Winter came quietly when the treetops became bald. Shaw meaning monk after Liu divorce, recuperating at home for two months, once again came to Beijing, out of the train station dragging the luggage she said to me the first sentence is, Wei