一场成秋的雨,扫干净了混世的炎热。有一种魔力推进,生命将需要与迷茫困惑的日子划清界限。在那条很熟悉的路途中,等待秋收的落花生刚刚冒出地头,吸收雨露泥土的滋润;距离采摘之日不远的捻子已呈现出饱满的状态,撒落在山野遍地。正因为这场熙熙攘攘的雨,生命做了一个短暂的停留,所以才有眼前稀稀拉拉的身影,缺少的那些人改变之前生活的路径,或许站在某一处欢声笑语;或者躲在某一处低声哭泣;又 A fall rain, sweep clean the hot world. There is a magic push, life will need to draw a line with the days of confusion and confusion. On that very familiar road, the peanuts awaiting autumn harvest just emerged and absorbed the moisture of the rain; the twigs, not far from the day of picking, had shown fullness and spilled over the mountains and fields. It is precisely because of this bustling rain that life has made a brief stopover, so there are splinters of sight, the lack of those who change the path of life before, may stand somewhere laughter or hiding in a low Cry; again