偶然在旧书的沉积层里发现一个纸包,外边的一层纸已经发黄,看样子是遗忘多年的一件宝贝。打开来,里面是对折的一方硬纸,中间护藏着几片红叶,周边题着我的一首咏红叶的词《水龙吟》。想起来了,那是十多年前的事。那时候因编写教材留住在京郊的香山。香山是以秋天的红叶著称的。一场秋霜,遍山的楸树和城树的叶子都红起来,阳光镀在上面,红得像火云,像融金。霜叶红于二月花,写的是实景。但是,红叶落下来,很快就变得灰暗。那时我才及知命之年,还没有修到如今这般心如古井,就拣了几片最艳红最齐整的收藏起来。不是“葬花”而是“藏叶”,希望她们能长久保持其娇姿,或者竟犹如古埃及人把法老的遗体放在金字塔 Occasionally found in the deposition of the old book a paper bag, the outer layer of paper has been yellow, it seems that forgotten for many years a baby. Open to the inside is a folded paper, in the middle of possession of a few pieces of red leaves, around the title of my one of the leaves of the word “water Dragons.” Remember, it was a dozen years ago. At that time because of the preparation of teaching materials to keep Xiangshan in the suburbs of Beijing. Xiangshan is famous for its autumn leaves. An autumn frost, Catalpa trees all over the mountains and the city tree leaves are red, the sun is plated on top, red like a fire cloud, like gold. Frost leaves in February flowers, is written in the real world. However, the fall of red leaves quickly dimmed. At that time, I only knew the year of my life, and I did not fix it until today, so I picked up a few of the most beautiful collections of the most complete collections. Instead of “burial” but “possession of leaves,” hoping that they can maintain their delicate posture for a long time, or as if the ancient Egyptians put Pharaoh’s remains on the pyramids