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天气微微转凉,西安的风吹得越发放肆了,灰蒙蒙的穹顶往下压,让人有种无法言说的郁闷,恨不得把身子都蜷缩进未来得及换下的薄衣。秋天是可怜的,被冬天迫不及待的吞没,飘零的树叶解语着岁月老去的痕迹,它却无多言,倒显得我像是个可怜人儿。总是幻想着垂暮之年能拥有不大不小的一所庭院,种上几颗樱花树,养伤一群鸽子。在花开的日子里静看云卷云舒,伴着氤氲的芬芳直到星辰寥落。家不远处可以是一片海,无聊时和他
Slightly cooler weather, Xi’an, the more the wind blowing wantonly, gray dome down pressure, people a kind of unspeakable depressed, wait for the body are curled into the future to replace the thin coat. Autumn is pitiful, engulfed by the unimaginable winter, and the leaves of old age disappear without trace of words. It seems that I am a poor man. Always imagine the dusk of the year can have a modest courtyard, planted a few cherry trees, recuperate a group of pigeons. In the blossoming days quietly watching the clouds Yun Shu, accompanied by the fragrant until the stars sparse. Not far from home can be a sea, bored and he