秋雨一直连绵,淅淅沥沥,冷冷清清的。不免就念起了易安的《声声慢》。想着词里断肠的雁鸣都已回归了南方,而我细雨缠绵的黄昏也有着温暖的灯光。唯一凄凉的,无以安放的,就是易安词里的菊花了。前几日看到文友发在圈儿里的菊花图片,菊在阴郁的光线里闪动着斑斓,像一幅欲语还休的画卷。才晓得,又到了每年深秋植物园的菊花展了。也是,这个时节,正是菊事缤纷时。预报歇了两天的雨, Autumn has been rolling, lingering, deserted. Inevitably read Yi-an’s “slow voice.” Think of the word in the heartbroken Yan Ming have returned to the south, and I dusk also have a warm light lingering light. The only desolate, no place, is the word of Yi’an chrysanthemum. Friends a few days ago to see friends in the circle of chrysanthemum picture, chrysanthemums glittering in the gloomy light glitter, like a picture still take off the picture. Only know, went to the annual autumn botanical garden chrysanthemum show. Also, this season, it is when Chrysanthemum fun. Forecast two days of rain break,