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到旷野来,我是来探访秋天的。秋天,在这南国的海岛上,虽然像一只穿花飞舞的蝴蝶,令人扑朔迷离;而我是一个耽美于秋天的人,从小草的微语里,早已寻得了秋讯。知道秋天来了,便老是想着秋。我爱在默默中想望,每当心灵十分充实或者极度空虚的时候,我更不爱言语。于是,就朝向旷野,跑来,倚着高挺的椰子树,凝望这一片天空。心灵常常收获到:几声风哨,一朵彩云,
Come to the wilderness, I came to visit the autumn. Autumn, in this southern island, although like a butterfly flying flowers, is confusing; and I was a delay in the autumn, from the grass’s whisper, has long been found Autumn News. I know autumn is coming, I always think of autumn. I love to silently hope, whenever the heart is very substantial or extremely empty, I do not love words. So, toward the wilderness, came, leaning against tall coconut trees, staring at the sky. The soul often reap: several whistles, a Choi Wan,