又是一个秋日的午后,捧着书坐在花园里的秋千上,阳光将紫荆花的影子投在我的书上。我抬头,看秋日里的紫荆花。风,趁着我不注意,翻看我的书,最终翻至扉页,才肯离去。此时,花影下,或阴或暗地将书的名字聚拢在紫荆花的影子里。突然神游,像是回到了那个时代……觉新京兆田氏兄弟三人共议分财,生柴皆平均。惟堂前紫荆一株,花叶茂盛,兄弟夜议,将其分三,至晓欲伐时,其树即枯,状如火燃。田真见后大惊道:“树本同株,闻将分离,所以憔悴,是人不如树也。”因悲不自胜,不复解树。树应声荣茂。兄弟相感,不复分家。 Another autumn afternoon, holding a book sitting on the swing in the garden, the sun will be the shadow of Bauhinia cast in my book. I looked up to see the Bauhinia flowers in autumn. Wind, taking advantage of I do not pay attention, look at my book, and finally turned to the title page before they are willing to leave. At this point, under the shadow, or overcast or secret book name gathered in the shadow of Bauhinia. Suddenly fugue, as if back to that era ... ... I felt a total of three members of the Kyoto trillion brothers share the money, raw materials are average. However, before the church a Bauhinia, flourish, brothers at night, will be divided into three, when the desire for cutting, the tree is dry, like burning fire. After Tian Zhen was shocked: “Tree with the same strain, smell will be separated, so gaunt, is not as good as tree.” Tree should sound Rongmao. Brothers, no longer separated from home.