一个金风送爽的秋日,逶迤的太行山染上了瑰丽的夕晖,气象分外峥嵘。在山西长治北郊张庄的大道上,美国朋友韩丁同我们一起散步。他穿着青布鞋,蓝布裤,白衬衫,装束同我们差不多。大人小孩见到他,都围上来。汽车到他跟前,也往往停下来不走。韩丁风趣地说:“汽车怎么碰到我就坏了?”原来不是汽车坏了,而是汽车里的人,往往是韩丁的老朋友,要下 A golden wind cool autumn, the Taihang Mountains stained the magnificent Xihui, the weather exceptionally towering. On the Boulevard of Zhangzhuang in the northern suburbs of Changzhi, Shanxi, a friend of the United States, Hinton, walked with us. He was wearing a green cloth shoes, blue pants, white shirt, dress with us almost. Adults and children to see him, are surrounded. The car to him, often stop and do not go. Hinton said humorously, “How did the car hit me?” It was not that the car was broken, but the person in the car, often an old friend of Hinton,