人静,清闲,桂花落。——题记在空蒙烟雨氤氲的尽处,一缕荒烟,几点残红。那绺金黄,缓缓飘入泥淖,发出零星的叹息。偶一寒鸦点水而过,却被风中渗出的声响,惊得高飞……缓步走在这被雨水冲刷近百年的青石板路上,远处飘来缕缕桂花香,清香而悠长……我回到了这里,拋下那所谓美好的市井红尘,亦回到了那个承载了我无限乐趣的一方净土。 Calm, leisure, sweet-scented osmanthus fall. - Inscription in the empty Mongolia misty rain everywhere, a ray of non-smoking, a few red residue. That golden, slowly floating into the mud, issued a sporadic sigh. Occasionally jackdaw point water, but was the sound of the ooze in the wind, scared fly ... ... slowly walked in this erosion of the stone slab on the road for nearly a hundred years, floated in the distance plumeria fragrant, fragrant and long ... I returned here, leaving behind the so-called beautiful red dust, and returning to the Pure Land where I had unlimited fun.