立冬以后,江南一夜之间刮起西北风,早晚的气温降到10℃以下。枫叶红得耀眼,银杏黄得浓郁,梧桐落叶萧萧,满城风雨。这个季节虽然很有层次感,美丽如画,但它很短暂,往往诱发人的心绪,引起人的遐思。傍晚,当喧闹与躁动还在这个城市上空飘荡的时候,当那些“明星学者”在大江南北满天飞的时候,我来到静静的湖畔散步,常常会仰望星空,想想那些已经过往的先哲。这个时候,心灵仿佛被湖水洗过,浮躁的心绪就像湖水一样宁静起来。于是,便开始叩问困扰自己的一个问题——什么是学者?学者的使命是什么?当我仰望星空、思考这个问题的时候,一个先哲凌空出现。他仿佛从 After the beginning of winter, Jiangnan night blowing northwest wind, sooner or later the temperature dropped to below 10 ℃. Bright red maple leaves, ginkgo yellow was rich, Indus deciduous, City rain. Although this season is very layered, beautiful, but it is very short, often induce people’s feelings, aroused people’s reverie. In the evening, when noise and restlessness were still floating around the city, when those “star scholars” were flying in the north and south of the Yangtze River, I came to the quiet lake for a walk and often looked up at the stars and think of those who have passed . This time, the heart seems washed by the lake, impetuous mood as quiet as the lake up. So began to question one of the problems that plagued oneself - what is a scholar? What is the mission of the scholar? When I looked up to the stars and pondered the question, a sage appeared volleylessly. He seems to be from