秋叶,空阶,幽阴。几阵疏雨打湿旧景已邈的宅院。檐下的窗后不见淡黄的灯光,连一串深长的叹息也早随风而逝。70余年前,郁达夫先生在故都前海北沿11号寓所,曾写下散文名篇《故都的秋》。如今,小院拢不住故人的声息,只有纸页能够牵留他的思情,犹存不尽的墨香……旧日光景,应如郁达 Autumn leaves, empty order, secluded shade. A few rows of wet old scene has been wet house. Under the eaves of the window after the light yellow light, even a long series of sighs also early with the wind died. More than 70 years ago, Mr. Yu Da Duo in the capital before the North along the No. 11 apartment, had written a famous essay, “the fall of the capital.” Today, the small courtyard can not gather the voice of the enemy, only the paper can hold his thoughts, endless ink smell ... ... The old days should be Yu Da