我聆听这里的声息。我放下一切不该惦记的,安静地欣赏这一切。我甚至坐在通天路的条石上,俯瞰寺院黑魆魆的屋顶,看鸟儿轰隆一声飞起,它们一会儿成团向东,一会儿成团向西,一会儿消逝在无边的空濛。雨后的东山古道沉寂如初。它的洁净和静美是我始料未及的。没有浮尘,没有人踪,干净的石板路上零星散落着叶片,很新鲜,很明亮。我甚至看到鲜红的脉络,纵横贯通在叶面上。叶,秋叶,季节留在人间最真切动人的作品。它 I listen to the sound here. I put aside all should not forget, quietly appreciate it all. I even sat on the stone in Tongtian Road, overlooking the roof of the black temple of the monastery. I watched the birds fly in their bangs. At one moment they made their way to the east and then to the west and then to the boundless empty Mongolia. Dongshan Road after the rain quiet as ever. It’s clean and quiet beauty is my unexpected. No dust, no one was missing, clean stone scattered scattered leaves on the road, very fresh, very bright. I even see the bright red veins, vertical and horizontal through the foliage. Leaves, autumn leaves, the most truly touching seasons in the world. it