清理旧物时,无意间发现书页里夹着一封旧信,信封已经泛黄,对折处有岁月的褶痕。小心打开,里面是一张旧式宣纸,上书一行端庄小楷:人淡如菊,挂念是香。心头一振,指头掠过丝丝凛冽。轻轻掸去纸上尘埃,“人淡如菊”愈显明晰,这纸上文字,何其好,字字入心。就这样,独自一人闲坐在岁月深处,静听莲花自在开落,生而自在,云淡风轻。夏夜 When cleaning up the old things, I accidentally found that there was an old letter in the page, the envelope was yellowed, and there was a crease on the fold. Opened carefully, which is an old rice paper, a small list of dignitaries: people as light as chrysanthemum, miss is fragrant. My heart fluttered, fingers swept through the slightest biting. Gently dusted the paper dust, “people as light as daisy,” the more clear, this paper text, how good, the word into the heart. In this way, alone sitting in the depths of years, listening to the lotus freely open, comfortable, clear and gentle. Summer night