秋,是安静的,也是丰盈而仓促的。像薄薄的飘渺着的烟影,一晃而过。也像晨曦里刚从草尖上生出来的水珠。清幽,凉润。走在黛色的黄昏里,浅山氤氲在断断续续的纱影间,使人分不清楚是炊烟还是雾气。向远处眺望,只见农家院落的白墙屋顶次第错落,炊烟跑过歪歪斜斜的青石小径,一直向幽深里飘移。此时已经是九月,微风轻轻拂过,带来一阵阵浓郁的桂花香。 Autumn, is quiet, but also abundance and rush. Like a thin ethereal smoke, flash by. Like the dawn just born from the grass on the bead. Quiet, cool and moist. Walking in the dusk of Dai color, shallow mountain shackles in the intermittent gauze, people can not distinguish between smoke or mist. Looking to the distance, I saw the courtyard of the white walls of the courtyard of the first patchwork, smoke ran crooked bluestone trails, has been drifting to the deep. At this point is already in September, the breeze gently blowing, bringing a burst of rich sweet-scented osmanthus incense.