踏着青石板,隔着鞋也能感受到那细密的纹路。砖格的间隙里潦着水,冒雨的走读生的步伐沾着泥水。渐渐地,湿气染上了风雨长廊的高柱。默默往左一看,果然整个校园的秋意都汇到了这一角落。我顺着长廊的分叉踱进通向科学馆的小径里。雨,还下着,不过不再雨丝如麻,微雨,凉意而已。径旁的矮松草木还是原先那一拨,没了青绿的叶子,倒多了缕木质的芬芳,安静地说着昨天的故事。往里走,银杏叶落了一地,青砖上,径旁的木丛里,泥土里。这才抬头望高处,参差枯枝将天空 Marching bluestone, across the shoes can feel the fine lines. The gap between the tiles flooded the water, the rain pace of walking students stained with muddy water. Gradually, the moisture stained the tall columns of the promenade. Silently left to see, and sure enough the autumn of the entire campus have remitted to this corner. I walked along the promenade’s fork into the path leading to the Science Museum. Rain, still under, but no rainy, light rain, cool it. The short side of the path of the pine wood or the original dial, no green leaves, pour more wood fragrance, quietly said yesterday’s story. Go inside, ginkgo leaves fall to the ground, on the brick, the path beside the wood, soil. This looked up to the sky, mixed withered branches will the sky